Oh the Horror...

Most radio stations in our country suck. This is because independent and locally owned radio stations are being bought out left-and-right by the evil corporatocracy. Then to maximize popularity, formats are determined by what passes mustard from randomly-sampled focus groups. The end product is uniformed homogenized bullshit, otherwise known as Knickleback.

Luckily we live in Austin, Texas where residents are blessed with three phenomenal radio stations. One is a rock/alternative station with a format consisting of mostly call-in shows and specialty hours, an eclectic end-of-the-dial station who's play lists reflect the ethos of the city, and then there our public radio station which is broadcast from the university and has variety of themed shows from all genres and all corners of the globe. Of these three stations none are named 103.5 Bob FM.

Even if you've never heard Bob, you've heard Bob. We've traveled many stretches of this fine country and in just about every market now there is a Bob. Only they try to trick us by naming the same shit Daryl FM, Howard FM, Sahid FM, etc. Now we hate the Bob, and his prepackaged play lists and national DJs but we do confess that we are suckers for Hungry Like the Wolf, and since they play it with regularity, Bob is number six on our presets.

Today as we were stuck in traffic...idling...idling...buring away $4 per gallon gasoline...ahhhhh...why can't you Chinese people go back to rickshaws!?!?! Sorry back on topic -- We needed some Duran Duran, stat, so we "turned our knob to Bob" and to our amazement we were treated to Color Me Badd's, I Wanna Sex U Up. You can imagine our horror. How the fuck did these guys (see images below) become famous? We'll admit that that 1990ish time was an odd one for pop music, fashion, white people, etc. But we don't care how strange the times are, it's never fucked-up enough to like anything about Color Me Badd. Just look at that last picture...disgusting.