{"id":47006,"date":"1999-06-18T00:00:00","date_gmt":"1999-06-18T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/94cabfd7-1dfb-11e4-aedf-250bc8c9958e"},"modified":"1999-06-18T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"1999-06-18T00:00:00","slug":"94cabfea-1dfb-11e4-aedf-250bc8c9958e","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/94cabfea-1dfb-11e4-aedf-250bc8c9958e\/","title":{"rendered":"When Hot 98 Went Cold"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here on Saipan, we&#8217;re used to spontaneous interruptions of electrical service.  Ditto for water, which isn&#8217;t drinkable anyway, so why worry?<\/p>\n<p>What unhinged me, though, was the recent shortage of: music.<\/p>\n<p>Rock-n-roll station &#8220;Hot 98&#8221; went dead after lightening zapped it and fried some kind of critical component.  The necessary replacement part took the slow boat from the states to get here.  I&#8217;m happy to report that things are evidently up and running, and I  merrily typed the last sentence while Hendrix blared from the radio.<\/p>\n<p>But the silence over the past couple of weeks was deafening.  It&#8217;s one of those &#8220;you don&#8217;t know what you&#8217;re got til it&#8217;s gone&#8221; deals.   If I wanted tunage with my morning coffee, I was stuck with either the Sniveling British Twit of the Hour show on public radio, or commercial stations that just don&#8217;t happen to mesh with my particular eardrums.<\/p>\n<p>The Internet helped remedy the classic rock shortage.  KLOS, a Los Angeles station, is available over the Internet.  It filled the gap sometimes, when I was in my office, but in the car or bouncing around the homestead, I was still grappling with the sounds of silence.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve always been a radio buff.  I like the sound of familiar voices when I&#8217;m lonely.  I was once stationed in rural Florida where the only humanity available was toothless, inbred trailer trash.  On Saturdays&#8211;seeking deliverance from Deliverance, as it were,&#8211; I&#8217;d drive to the Popeye&#8217;s fried chicken place, which took about an hour to reach, and I&#8217;d scarf my drumsticks in the car while listening to the Prairie Home Companion radio show.<\/p>\n<p>That television surpassed radio as the mass medium of choice shows that the vulgarians determine the markets. But radio ain&#8217;t dead yet, though a semi-ironic twist is that the vulgar rhythms of &#8220;urban music&#8221; have helped keep it afloat.  Whoda&#8217; thunk that commercial crudeness could be a lucrative industry?  Did any economists predict that as an upshot of the Great Society? How many radios can a welfare check buy?  Was Sony a contributor to Lyndon Johnson&#8217;s campaign fund?<\/p>\n<p>The proles aren&#8217;t solely to blame for the ills of the radio industry, though. About a decade ago the yuppies in California discovered a particularly vapid type of pseuo-jazz,  a mutant strain of electronically synthesized Muzak.  It was called &#8220;new age&#8221; music, the aural equivalent of Wonder Bread, produced for the human equivalent of Wonder Bread.   New-age schlock is mercifully absent from the scene in here in Saipan.  Heck, I&#8217;ll take rap music over new age music if I was forced into a choice.  Even rap has some creativity to it.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m not forced to make a choice. The classic rock stations have dialed in my demographic&#8211; which is scientifically described as &#8220;middle aged guys who enjoy listening to the songs they used to vomit to at drunken frat parties.&#8221;   Ah, memories.  Ah, music.  Ah, welcome back, Hot 98.  Rock on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here on Saipan, we&#8217;re used to spontaneous interruptions of electrical service.  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