Thursday, June 13, 2013

Where is the Rudy Vallee Music?

Our old Grundig-Majestic
Do you know what is depressing me and making me feel like an old, old man? The oldies radio station that I've been listening to for the last twenty four years. The oldies radio station that I deny listening to because I don't want to admit how old I am. I guess I really haven't been paying that much attention to it for the last year. I'd turn the radio on, tune in Majic 102.7, and just let it play. It was yesterday when I realized I was enjoying the music on that station more than usual. Everything they played was bringing back memories, except not memories of my high school days. They weren't playing the songs from the nineteen sixties that has been their bread and butter for decades. Instead I heard Wham, Madonna, and a whole schmear of music from the nineteen eighties. This wasn’t oldies music, The Fine Young Cannibals aren’t an old rock group. I was just dancing to that music in the dance bars a few years ago. I was already a well established adult when that stuff came out. How could they be called oldies? And then for the first time in a long time, I paid attention to Majic 102.7’s tag line that I’d been tuning out for the last year. A man with an authoritative disc jockey voice came on and said, “Majic 102.7 plays your favorite oldies, from the sixties, seventies, and eighties!”

Obviously ‘Majic’ has moved on. No more fifties, and very little sixties music any more. No more catering to the Baby Boomers. They know on what side their bread is buttered. Why program to a swiftly diminishing audience? There's a reason there aren‘t any radio stations playing nothing but big band music from the forties. So Majic made a savvy economic decision. I assume that soon they will move to draw in more listeners and start slipping in stuff from the early nineteen nineties. That should piss off all those Generation X  and Millenium kids who think it‘s a hoot to mock us Baby Boomers.

9 comments:

  1. You must bluetooth your house to incorporate your Sirius satellite feed. This way your house has more electronics than the 1st rocket on the moon and you can listen to "oldies".

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  2. My cell phone has more computing power than the Apollo moon landing pod. But Sirius-ly, I don't have Sirius. I can't bring myself to pay for radio.

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  3. I wish I was rich also. I just have free Pandora out of cheap speakers...

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  4. That reminds me. Can you provide your top 3 gay retirement home suggestions in Florida? I need to have a plan.

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  5. Sure thing Hostess.
    #1 New Moon http://newmoonbar.com/
    #2 Sidelines http://www.sidelinessports.com/
    #3 After that if falls off a cliff. I can't think of any place else a lovely lesbian would feel comfortable at. Even those first two are bars and not retirement homes. Although the street directly behind me has scads of nursing homes, and retirement housing. They are more than within a Hoveround battery charge of those two bars.

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  6. As I age I have been hoping to win a BIG lottery so I can build the best nursing home for all our rapidly aging relatives and close friends. Hostess, you can come...I will put you on the waiting list. But it won't be in Florida!! I have the plan, just need the windfall before I am too old!!

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  7. Oooh... spending the rest of your life with your aging relatives. There better be a good bar nearby.

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  8. MY nursing home will have it's own bar....Pearl insists!!!

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  9. I love the idea of a bar-inspired nursing home. Doesn't have to be in Florida, either!

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