My Loyal Follower listens to the Howard Stern Show on SiriusXM Radio and, from time to time, he enlightens me on all things trendy that he discovers on his way to and from work. This is not how I learn about what is going on in the world, but it is how I found out about the upcoming birthday bash for the marketing mogul.
Some of you may have seen that shot I snapped on a flight from Denver to Dallas a couple of years ago. Yes, in coach. This, I am certain, is the reason I was not invited to the party. Suggesting that a mega personality might get his kicks by slumming with us regular folk in coach, well, that’s just as bad as reminding people there was a time when we didn’t pay for radio. Bad form. Ray Bradbury bad.
Yes, there was a time when the airwaves were free to the public. Sure, there were limited channel choices and programming wasn’t up-to-the-nanosecond fresh fodder, but it was free to listen to Karma Chameleon dammit, and we liked it that way!
This is what happens when commoners start waxing nostalgic about the good old days. Unlike sophisticated reality TV stars, our lives are a constant reminder that the daily commute is all we’ve got, and the cost of commercial free classic rock is a small price to pay to remember the glory days while we are stuck in traffic.
Such is the
glamorous pedestrian life. Hope you have a Happy Birthday, Howard.