I don’t understand the radio in 2011.

It’s not just that I think it’s fucking worthless and don’t understand why anyone listens to it when you can plug your phone into a fucking car and listen to songs you actually like. Nevermind the ability to tune into good radio stations via internet streams. Yes I know not everyone has a smart phone but really man, I don’t know anyone who likes listening to corporate radio. The only reason I can even wrap my head around in just pure laziness.

Whatever, the point is that today I decided to listen to KMEL. Why? I don’t know, I was bored and curious if they were playing any Heavy D. Which they did so I guess that’s fine but then I got to hear what they told me was the hottest song in the bay. A fucking Drake song where he name drops rappers. 

I know people like Drake but really? At first I was just thinking they were on their force feed you corporate america bullshit and just shoveling record label forecasted profits down throats of 5 mile an hour moving traffic on the highway of stagnated growth. Yes I know I shouldn’t expect everyone to have taste like me but it’s fucking Drake. I thought the general consensus was that he was a more bitchmade Ja Rule or I don’t know, Grandmaster B or fucking Snow. The dude is the nickleback of rap, he’s a fucking trainwreck of boring ass bullshit done over and over again. This is shit your mom listens to and thinks is gangster or heartfelt. 

I was fine with this assumption until the next song which I believe was a J.Cole track. It was at that point that I came to doubt myself and then realize that I was not listening to some bizarro world of forced commercial radio rape, but rather instead it was I who did not understand. It was I who was out of touch with a world that does want J. Cole and Big Sean hits to pass the time as they rot away inside a car that is worth less than it was yesterday driving to a mortgage that is robbing them of dreams.

Is it that they don’t know better, that they don’t know that the fucking internet exists? They don’t know about live mixtapes? They don’t know how to use google? But really its that humans are lazy pieces of shit. These people honestly enjoy these artists and I’m the weirdo who goes out of their way to listen to no names that they never heard of. And why would they, if you cant even get on the Drive at 5 megamix who cares about your boring raps. These are the people who genuinely enjoy CBS comedy’s or whatever AMERICA’s singing competition is that week. 

The reality is that a majority of this society accepts that if it is on national tv or broadcast on major radio then this is the best of the best so why even bother looking for other shit. They have to be doing something right or they wouldn’t be on the radio, right? I mean I work with motherfuckers who think I’m eccentric because I watch A&E dramas. I mean really is Breaking Bad that fucking underground? This is the world we live in where cable television is still fighting for legitimacy among the majority of the public. NBC is the barometer of good programming? Are you fucking kidding me? Those assholes gave us series like Outsourced and fucking Parenthood. Fucking Fox is pushing the bar with their bullshit ass Hipster Bitch Trying to make it in a Douchebag world show that they like to call New Girl.

The point is that today the radio taught me to accept the fact that I am out of touch with society. Yes people really do want to hear luxury rap from Kanye and Jayz. They really do think J. Cole can rap and isn’t some j.crew whitebread toddler line of loafers. They really do think Big Sean is exciting, not a more boring Lloyd Banks (as if that was possible). They really do think Diggy Simmons has a worthwhile music catalog. 

The point of this never ending rambling of run-on sentence is that I shouldn’t be mad at the radio because clearly it is I with weird out of touch and just generally shitty taste in music. I do not understand the taste of the public and that is why I put weird things on the internet and complain about music festivals with thousands of attendants who love these headlining car commercial rock bands.

I have given up attempting to understand the taste of humans. All I can do is yell at the sky in my little corner of the world and hope that one person out there bothers to take that into account when they decide to push play.