We had the genius insight, inimitable being of Howard Cosell. He moved the needle without having to resort to cheap, manufactured chemistry.
Today, we have people like Henry Wofford--ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
We made it a point to watch Ted Koppel, Walter Cronkite, Dan Rather, Pete Wilson, Evan White, Bob Jimenez, Frank Reynolds.
Today, we tolerate Brian Williams, Chris Matthews, Don Lemon, Matt Lauer and Savannah Guthrie.
Yesterday, we turned on KGO Radio to hear the mighty Owen Spann, Jim Eason, the old Ronn Owens, Jim Dunbar, Ted Wygant, Ed Baxter and Rosie Allen.
Today, we have a zoo infested with lemmings that were hired off the street because they were called back to fill up air time and punch out at 5.
Yesterday, we had Herb Caen, Jimmy Breslin, Mike Royko, Hunter Thompson, and Jim Murray. We ate up Art Spander and Charlie McCabe and Art Hoppe. We couldn't wait for the Pinkie to read John L. Wasserman, Gerald Nachman, Joel Selvin, Jesse Hamlin and the like.
Today, thank God, we still have Mick LaSalle, Peter Hartlaub, Ben Fong-Torres, (if a tad jaded), and leftover tossed salad.
Yesterday, we could marvel at KNBR with Ed Bush, Frank and Mike, Ralph Barbieri, Pete Franklin, and a smoother, wiser, funnier, Gary Radnich.
Today, we have interns doing updates and 37 minutes of commercials, a mind-boggling stale and horrific morning "show" that consists of sound effects and reconfigured bits; a hodgepodge of slight-mediocrity with a disdain for its few relevant "listeners" and lust for the leather-lung, horny male from Fremont demo.
Yesterday, we had simplicity and humor and dignity and spirited entertainment with a great deal of talented performers, real broadcasters, showmen, Paul Harvey, Bill King, Hank Greenwald, Ernie Harwell, Lon Simmons, Gary Park, Walt Harris, Chick Hearn, characters.
Today, we have screaming, yelling, bloating, manufactured shouters and con artists who were fortunate enough to move freely and work cheap enough to satisfy the con men who run the business of broadcasting, and it is business because they're not radio people at all, not broadcast people, they're businessmen who mostly fail without the benefit of their lemming shareholders.
Yesterday, we had artists.
Today, we have assorted crack addicts, schlockmeisters, meth-induced porn viewers and drug addicts. They're the managers.
Yesterday, people got paid.
Today, the operative word is "scale."
Yesterday, we had passionate networks both on radio and TV; 24/7 news magnets like ABC Radio, NBC News, Black Rock, The CBS Evening News, a legitimate 60 Minutes, Mike Wallace and Harry Reasoner, David Hartman, Roone Arledge, 30 Rockefeller Plaza and John Chancellor.
Today, we have Fox News.
Yesterday, we had Johnny Carson.
Today, we have Conan O'Brien.
and jay leno, david letterman, jimmy kimmel, and soon, jimmy fallon.
Yesterday, we had the Tonight Show Band with Doc, Eddie and Tommy. Great musicians and showmen.
Today, we have a small ration of Paul Schafer and the CBS Orchestra on good nights.
Yesterday, we had Tom Snyder and David Frost and interesting dialogue without the need for an audience, just a host and guest, table, glass of water, one camera, and two lights.
Today, we have screaming audiences, screaming hosts who couldn't interview a dead pigeon, and inflated, forced, contrived bits that are disguised as "segments" that only cater to the worst common denominator.
Yesterday, we had real performers who sang songs, performed comedy, wrote compelling books and were able to converse with the host.
Today, we have chefs, fake-tit blond actresses high on coke who know how to giggle, scream, tell fake stories and can induce the audience to yell, shriek, and act like a bunch of lunatics from the Burbank Walmart.
Yesterday, we knew at 11: 30 PM, Saturday Night Live made it mandatory non-dating night.
Today, we're reduced to shows about duck calls with homophobic assholes with beards that resemble the Unabomber.
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