K-Rock is scared. Once Howard Stern leaves the airwaves for satellite radio, I suspect they're worried about losing listeners. Personally, I wouldn't mind having more music options for my morning commute. The last few weeks they've instituted the motto “Great Rock. Period.” and have been mixing older songs in to their playlist. They haven't gone classic, but they've gone far enough back that I'm listening to stuff I listened to in college, and that could explain why I've been feeling young again, as I alluded to the other day. There are certain songs that drive me, that take me away to memories and day dreams, and everything outside my car becomes a blurry background in a music video. There's nothing wrong with the newer music. Beck's new song is funky and bouncy, keeping me rolling even when he isn't even singing words. I first heard the new NIN single on Darrell's Southern Conservative Blog, and that's been getting steady airplay now as well. But for all the good new songs on K-Rock there are the DJs that insist on playing System of a Down's BYOB sometimes FIVE times in a row. I remember when I was younger and everything I listened to was labeled “that rock and roll crap” by my parents. Often I would wonder what the next generation would listen to, if music was in such a decline. If my stuff was bad, what would my children listen to that I would consider “noise”? I think SoaD is it. Just when you're getting in to it and thinking the guy can sing when he wants, he cuts in with the atonal shrieking again. It's NOT music.
Below are some of the songs I've been pleasantly surprised to hear on the radio these past two weeks. Some are songs that had plenty of airplay in the mid-'90s, while others I've only heard on the albums I'd bought back then. At any given time in my car, one of these may take me away:
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MCF is a mild-mannered
artist from the suburbs.
His knowledge of obscure
comic book characters
is more powerful than Gladiator
of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard on
an ego-trip. Able to leap topics
in a single sentence faster than
a speeder-bike on the moon of
Endor, MCF has never written
about himself in the third person
and now dreads the day he
utters aloud the fateful phrase,
"MCF is gettin' upset!"