I’m sitting in traffic in Buckhead, and I’ve come to the realization that I don’t like this burrough. None of the roads actually go anywhere! It’s quite ridiculous when you try to take secondary streets around the block, the secondary street dead-ends into a valet parking queue for some posh restaurant! The blocked off the road for valet parking! Am I wrong or is there something wrong with that? Never mind the fact that the road system in Atlanta is pathetic already. Every road turns–it starts in one direction, then curves and follows a completely different and almost opposite path! I got off of I-285 to dodge some traffic at the Cobb Cloverleaf, took a secondary road north (I checked the compass), and ended up in Buckhead–I was already north of Buckhead!
They have got to do something about the transportation system in this city. It’s not just Atlanta, either–it’s the entire metro area. The roads just cannot handle the volume of traffic! Something must be done!
I was listening to Real Radio 105.3 yesterday, and at 10:00am, I heard what I thought was the opening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of The Moon. The steady heartbeat never gave way to any clattering or even a recognized vocal personality. Instead, some electronic explosion encompassed my stereo:
“Atlanta! Ya no se la egual!” (Atlanta, you know no equal!)
“Vive la differencia!” (Experience the difference!)
“Viva ciento cinco punto tres.” (Viva 105.3)
I thought it was a hoax, but I double-checked with ClearChannel, who issued a statement declaring their intention to open new doors to a Spanish-language format in some of their markets; the first being Atlanta with Viva 105.3 (WWVA-FM) and Viva 105.1 (WVWA-FM). Seems a little ludicrous to simulcast on two frequencies–especially when they’re so close together.
Atlanta radio now, officially, sucks. I have been a long-time fan, but I am forced to keep my presets on 96.1 FM until I can secure an alternative.
Guess I have to move back to Athens to get some decent stations.
Viva Owl Radio (WKSU-FM)
The day started out routine enough, I took Diana down to Z93 to pick up her tickets, and who should I happen to meet but Frank Jackson, programming director for the station. The guy was cool, wearing a ball cap and polo shirt, and asked us if we wanted tickets to see an advance screening of some new movie coming out next week. I took the opportunity to ask him about internships. He and I talked for a few minutes in the board room, and he seemed very interested in the fact that I was very excited about radio, so he gave me the name and number of the person in charge of that section of business for Infinity Broadcasting and told me to tell her that I had talked to him personally and that I was very interested in interning for Z93 (her office is at V103). She’ll give me all the information I need as soon as I call her Monday afternoon.
From there, we went into the city via Lenox Road, stopping for a jaunt around Phipps Plaza to gawk at the expensive taste. I took a few roads I had never actually been down before, and the thrill of discovery–even in the mundane–was very invigorating. We parked in a small $3 lot at the corner of 10th and Spring and began our trek.
First, toward the new 17th Street bridge we walked and took a few pictures around there and Atlantic Station before heading up toward Georgia Tech. We stopped at the new Turner complex to take a picture of the building, but were accosted by security guards who thought our camera and tripod setup was some sort of dangerous threat to Mr. Turner. So after a brief holdup with a security guard and a genial groundskeeper, we moved on to downtown, stopping to take pictures along the way. With no more interference from meddling security guards, we got some pretty good photos along Peachtree Street before running out of memory down by Peachtree Plaza and the Hard Rock Cafe.
Anyway, it was a pretty good day all-in-all, and I’ve got some really good photos to put in my portfolio. Now, to just adjust them in Photoshop….
I Just thought that I’d rant on the (not too) recent collapse of my favourite radio station, Z93: the place that I was almost guaranteed a job at as soon as I was back in school full time. Now it’s this “Dave FM” crap, and I will have nothing to do with it. The question is: what happened to Mara, Willard, Frank, Adam, and even Dunham? Art “Mad Man” Mehring is on Real Radio 105.3 now, which has become my crutch. That and 96 Rock. At least 96 Rock still plays rock and roll–not lame crap rock like Loggins and Messina or (shudder) Sheryl Crow on Dave FM. Rock Without Rules? More like the doldrums of popular music.