Showing posts with label KNBR-95.7-Bay Area radio. Show all posts
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Monday, May 23, 2011

The 'Dibs' deal and why KNBR/Radnich are such tools, (95. 7 too)

And people wonder why terrestrial radio is so byzantine.

The "big news" over the weekend was that Daffy Duck got recruited to leave Knibber and go over to the new FM sports station. Mundane? Irrelevent? Yes, to the umpteenth degree. They were so upset at Knibber that they barely mentioned it.

And his highness at 9-Noon was so despondent he gave his beloved "star" a five-second "good luck." Even the ex-marine who screens for mail-it-in was so brown-toilet-pappered, he couldn't utter a word. Maybe he got orders from the hammer not to say anything. As if saying anything would mean anything anyway because, talk about a zero on all fronts.

The dibber is a non-entity. He's got a goofey voice and he talks. About nothing. The new kid in town, with a guy who runs the place who used to work at knibber decided that Daffy was worth 10 bucks and therefore made a pitch. Daffey, knowing that his "career" at Cumulus amounted to getting up at 4AM so he could pretend that he was something and have to kiss Raddy's ass said to hell with it. An opening was there and he chose to grab it. Good for him. Good for the USA. We all were worried.

The old fart at 9-Noon, who's so insecure he makes me look sedate, barely even mentioned Daffy. That's his style. He's become so out of it, like his terrestrial outlet, that he's mainly worried about just showing up and getting that check. Why does he still show up? Because. he. needs. the. money. (Notice his diminished role on Comcast? They know it too and now only use him when no one else is there and/or when Papa takes a day off.)

And the new boy in town? Talk about lack of ingenuity. But I'm not that surprised. Taking a stab at "Murph and Mac?" Yeah, that'll get you some mileage. Why don't you go after the redneck while you're at it, he'll work cheap as long as you have a studio and a couch.

I'm outta here today. I think I'll go to Alcatraz and drink a pint.

They'll all ass-kissers. Bottom line, they're going to hell in a hand basket. And just wait until Cumulus gobbles up Citadel. Pink slips. Broken hearts. The new reality. And therefore, its all about NOTHING in the long haul.

Take care. Breathe some fresh air today.