The Mo Twister suspension, a month after

Good Times with Mo, as a show, was always teetering on the brink of suspensions, sanctions and lawsuits. They were successful and were raking in ratings with funny and oftentimes offensive segments like Forbidden Questions, Yabang Mo, Chick Republic and Showbiz Bro so everything was good.

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People still care about radio. So why all the crap on the airwaves?

I was honestly surprised to see a significant amount of views on my (then outdated) blog entry on Fran leaving RX and her subsequent appearances on Good Times with Mo. Granted, that spike was because she finally appeared on the Magic 89.9 show (as opposed to the podcast) twice last week. But I was looking at the search terms – they’re mostly versions of “why fran left rx”. First conclusion: people still care about radio, and despite the advent of YouTube and MP3 players and all that, people will still listen to the radio, and not just because they’re in cars. (I told my girlfriend that I may be disillusioned with, say, whatever’s on 99.5 MHz, but someone will treat it like gold.) Second conclusion: people care about radio so much that they’d want to hear about what essentially is radio gossip – stuff I sometimes write about, and stuff that partly dashed my own dreams to be on the radio. Third conclusion: should these people who care about radio have to live with hearing the same old, mostly lazy (ahem, Easy Rock), occasionally misogynistic (ahem, RX and Magic), often flashy (ahem, Jam and all the masa stations), always unimaginative crap?

Listening in on the whole Fran leaves RX thing

I know this is at least a week old, but you have to cut me some slack: I don’t listen to Good Times with Mo (anymore), or to anything on the Magic for that matter, for several reasons. But Jayvee tipped me off about how that show became, for some reason, a venue for airing the grievances of another radio DJ’s grievances, from another radio station… then. Now, this is the podcast (which I have no idea about – this is how much I’ve stayed away) so the Magic prolly has nothing to do with this, but you have Francesca of RX 93.1 – one of their vets – talking about leaving the station after a pay dispute, or perhaps because she’s old and (if you’re going with Mo) not a sexy model like Jinri Park or Karen Bordador. And a part of me is going “oooh, radio gossip!” and another part of me is going “all this emphasis on looks over substance – this is why I gave up on local radio” and yet another part is going “this is interesting, because now Magic will surely get her and pair her again with Boom and suddenly we have a The Stretch reunion!” But while a station rivalry gets closer to potentially intensifying – I read something this morning about selling yourself by having an antagonistic figure – I just shrug.

This is a radio ad. But you won’t know that.

I’ve long given up on The Morning Rush on RX 93.1, and my dad has too. (I think it’s too boring now; he thinks it’s too green; it’s a bit of a conflict, really. Also, we’re still both mourning the passing of Disturbing the Peace on RT.) So I was surprised to see him tune in to that show today. I didn’t really pay attention, since I had Answer Me This! on my ears, until Delamar and Gino’s voice cut through and I knew they were doing another one of those DJ talkback sets. Ugh. Those fucking DJ talkback sets. You know, those bits when the DJs innocently start a conversation, only to segue to a live read of a sponsor? Ugh. I fucking hate that. And I was reminded why I stopped listening to RX. I heard once, from a friend in advertising, that they actually do brainstorm these things and send them over to the DJs to act out. Maybe knowing that makes it sound more fake, but I’ve had to deal with this before hearing of that fact and it sounds fake. Maybe it’s just the DJs – Chris Tsuper and Nicole Hyala on Love Radio do these things too and it sounds neither fake nor out of place – but can we just drop this whole thing? I’d rather hear an actual radio ad than a DJ reading one and pretending that it isn’t.