Thursday, December 18, 2008

Baby It's Cold Outside


Wow.

Chris has returned from minniapolis. From Wu-Tang. Am I jealous he got to see the group I've loved since the first time I heard 36 Chambers? Extremely.



There's seven days left until christmas and I've been listening to 102.3 Clear FM. For the Christmas music. Except for the odd Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra song, it's definately the worst station ever. If you really want to laugh, turn your radio dials to 102.3 at around 7 or 8 at night to hear Delilah's show. She is the most self loathing "pity me" radio host I've ever heard.
A conversation I witnessed actually went like this
Delilah: Hello caller how are you
Caller: Hi, I would like you to play a song for my neice, she's been down in the dumps lately because all the kids at school have been making fun of her.
D: Oh that's a shame, I remember being in school having the same situation, kids would make fun of me because I wasn't the thinnest, I had acne, my mother would make my clothes from scratch, I didn't have the best grades and I didn't date boys.. Kids are merciless! But then I found that Christ was the only one I need and that I don't have to be perfect to get into Heaven

Mind you, the conversation wasn't that accurate. But that is the most I could remember.
But really. I don't think people want to feel uncomfortable and awkward when they call into your station to request a song. I really don't think they care about how much you hate yourself either. Sure it's a bummer, but if she actually found Christ then why the hell is she still dwelling on the past and annoying the bajeezis out of me. If Jesus actually existed I bet even He would want to fucking cancel your show and have a few hours of dead air instead of a windbag bitching about her past. People call in to request songs that make them happy, but the happiness cancels out when you make it awkward as hell when they call in.

And I'm definately sick of hearing Mariah Carey belt out All I Want For Christmas Is You. It's like listening to a canary getting choked out.

Fuck you Delilah. Play more Dean Martin.

Merry Christmas!


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