clear channel has killed commercial radio

The CD player at the store is busted, so I've been listening to the radio.
The public station dedicates Tuesday to the Board of Supervisors meeting, which means an all-day gab-fest about nothing interesting.

So I dial around.

The college station is playing some sort of unlistanable noise. I mean that literally- it isn't some newfangled genre like 'punk' grating on the ears of an old man, it sounds like a Casio keyboard & a chainsaw had a baby via C-section, and the baby turned out to be a hungry alien and it started eating the delivering physician from the knees up.

Next up is a country station- BZZZT.
Mariachi music- BZZZT.
A cheesy DJ promising me something new from Nickelback- BZZZZT.


And back to the Board of Supervisors, which on the whole seems to be the lesser of several evils.