Paul Hosley is the latest scapegoat that is the Titanic called KGO Radio. Oh sure, Hosley is the dimbulb that has served up the likes of Tim Montemayor, Ryan Scott, and Maureen Langon-- real genius mind programming a station as if it were listened to by a stream of 30-something techies outside a Palo Alto PF Chengs. Real brilliant guy.
And don't forget it was Hosley that brought forth the wonderment known as Jared Hart, the young, cheap, loyal kiddo that ironically is set to become his interim replacement. That'll go over well inside the newsroom and programming dept. where a few of the last remnants of KGO's waning personnel talk shop, try the best to remain calm and collected and perform their duties under the most dire of circumstances. Makes you want to dream about a third repeat of the "Finch Files."
Jared is now the conductor of the lost ship, the ongoing abyss. He's got a firm title now and so long as he obeys whatever management missive Atlanta sends here, (how many has it been--I lost count), he'll stay on because, well, he gets a check and can tell Ronn Owens what time the next gadget hour is and whether "Copie" can handle a week's chores while the mattress man goes on a twilight cruise, (still gettin' those tradeouts, eh, Ronnie?).
Don't get me wrong now--Jared is the most despised guy in the building, Ronn too, but we've been down this road before. KGO lost its soul a long, long time ago. It is so off the radar it makes KSFO look like 1010 WINS. The human parts are totally interchangeable and the Hosley offing is but another part of the octopuses garden: a tentacle here, a tentacle there, where's the latest tentacle? Who really cares? And that's the problem. When you lose your core, your soul, the people that defined the station and made it an indelible part of their lives, the listener's lives!, a long, long time ago, these types of transactions don't mean anything anymore--they'll be more, many more. Only the meek and those still standing and desperate enough to want a paycheck will survive.
Owens is only hanging around so he can hang around long enough until he gets a radio HOF trophy and meanders into the sunset. The news division is now firmly entrenched into the albatross dept and god only knows what morale is like: maybe without the ineptitude of comrade Hosley a brief respite until Jared has a wet dream one night and thinks he's suddenly Jack Swanson.
So, another day, another diss at the once-mighty 810 AM. After a few days nobody will notice and things will carry on. Until the next violin player sinks and your Titanic is barely floating. It's close to disappearing. The next PD? Maybe they should try out Karel. Nothing to lose. Does it even matter anymore? Stay classy, Cumulus.
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