Showing posts with label False feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label False feelings. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Your Latest KGO Radio/Cumulus Infestation: Welcome To The Dreck Show Complete With Fake Calls

 I should have had my head examined for actually committing time to listen to that broadcast cesspool on Tuesday night on the albatross KGO Radio. I tried, really tried to be objective and then later on hit my head repeatedly for wasting the almost two hours of my life before I couldn't take any more of the "Drex Show." (7-10 PM)

I'm going to call it the Dreck Show because it wasn't only just bad radio, it reeked of fake and genuine distortion, more on that later.

"Dreck" himself sounds just like a slightly less worse entertainer--a certified hack. The squinty voice, the contrived shtick, the forced "banter" between himself and fake callers. Wait, did I say fake calls? Yeah, I've listened to enough talk radio in my life to know phony calls and there were some phony "callers" on Dreck's show. This is not uncommon in the business. But Dreck's were so set-up and obvious it was ridiculous and pretty unintentionally funny.

A local industry observer agreed with me and offered up a neat assessment of Dreck:

"He had no calls in the 2nd half of the show from 8:30.  He is almost as bad as "the entertainer."  Justin Bieber talk  in much of the 3rd hour?   The "Late Night" recap a day late? He smacks his lips all the time.  His first caller sounded like a producer.  Knew too much about the topic of raising the age for cigarette smokers.  The callers were all hideous.  Young people are not listening to this kind of talk, especially at night.  Mr. Burns is spinning like a centrifuge right about now.  Terrible, just terrible.  And Karel cannot laugh to the bank.  He's still below this schmuck.  I heard it and was appalled at what talk radio has come to here.  Remember, he was fired from Clear Channel and hasn't been on the air in 5  years - doing CHR.  He sucks.  I do agree with you on the set up calls.  The guy who remembered KSJO and KOME 25 years ago ... yeah, right!"


This is what we're reduced to now at KGone. This is Cumulus' grand plan. This is back at square one actually because essentially the old format is back in place --that is, the old format in Cumulus' eyes because all-news didn't work out that well, you know that new format that Ronnnnnnnny said was going to be "so great."


News talk--real news talk is a goner at KGO. God forbid real, actual news takes place while this new retro fake is on the air, heaven help us. I thought about this Tuesday night as the big news of the day; and its aftermath, was what most people were talking about and on KGOne, the Dreck moron and his fake, set-up callers were masturbating over Justin Bieber, porn reviews, and sweet nonsense --this is your "new KGO" --a silly reincarnation of the old place with the old format-- less thought-provoking hosts who can hold down a real conversation and talk about real things that affect real people.


A further dumbing-down of its dwindling audience is not shocking anymore. KGO has been in deep-erosion mode for some time now it's a shell of its once-mighty self; the insertion of some ex-San Jose radio dork at night only conforms to the latest travesty courteous of the Renee Bakos/Randall Bloomquist handbook: stupid people/PPM/dumb people/we're so screwed up/yada, yada, yada. What a travesty. What a sham.


Good night, Dreck.




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Monday, October 6, 2014

The Towering Inferno Of Bullshit That Permeates The Cumulus/KGO/KNBR/KSFO SF Cluster

EXCUSE ME BUT the bullshit has reached the crisis point.

I have never heard so many blathering idiots and buttheads, disingenuous assholes, who wouldn't know a sincere bone in their body if their life depended on it come out from under the radar.

You frauds!

All of you.

Like you.

You too, you phony POS. Ass kisser!

Let me tell you a story about compassion. I have compassion and understanding for people who know when to shut up and leave the room. They are sincere. They don't cower and hide under their bed covers.

The bullshit. STOP! Please, stop it.

You stupid, ass-kissing industry people with your false sensations and outpouring of what? Nothing, n.o.t.h.i.n.g. Got it? Let me tell you why I don't care what you say or mean. Because all of it truly lacks anything of substance.

I call you out.

Remember, don't bullshit a bull shitter.

By tomorrow, most of you will be getting hammered at Grumpys  and forget about the guy. If he was that swell where the fuck were you when he was alive? REPEAT: Stop the bullshit. Please. Seriously, all of you need to get laid or something. Go to Bakos' office and tell her how amazing she is; go over and send a golly-gee, sir, Mr. Bloomquist, you are divine e-mail so you can get an extra SweetJack coupon for Christmas.

Go hoover Karel too while you're at it--after all, The Man just loved his show. Stooges!

Look, you are on this planet for a limited time. Morbidity and mortality. You, all of YOU, will succumb some day. Death is a bitch. I lost my brother, father too. You want to be a hero? Go to Children's Hospital and see the little kids--that's something to weep for-- everything else is a hunk of bullshit.

The man passed. To his family, condolences. His daughters lost a father. Godspeed to them. Those close to him and his family, we feel for you. The ones who truly KNEW him for an extended time and didn't offer false malaise and cry over the weekend.

Oh, please...

Yeah, I said it. It needed to be said.

Stop the bullshit and get back to your desk, moron.

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