Dirty Earnie

Very funny. Mass media destroys real human-scale community and face-to-face interpersonal contact. But they can figure a way to whitewash any old shit they do. They got the money and they got the will and they got the complete lack of conscience, so who's gonna stop 'em? Who's gonna stop the big ole radio Goliath? Certainly not this little David.

So fake, so gross.

It dawned on me that most of the songs they play are white-bread, feel-good songs from the '70s, an era when people just wanted to forget all the strife of the '60s. Good ole MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 discovered that there were a whole slew of people who wanted to basically sleep-walk through life, so their shit has continued right up to the present day. Can't help but wonder if maybe their formula isn't getting a bit outmoded by now, but I don't want to get bogged down in Radio business grunginess. What they are, as I've pretty much stated before, is just Muzak with advertisements: "And now, for another continuous half hour of Muzak..."

So much for the marvels of the techno age.

But where are they? They're in too much of a stupor, I think. Their minds are too muddled and cloudy to realize their favorite aural narcotic is being dissed and that they need to stand up and fight for one of the things they love the most and hold most dear, Magic 106.7.

What's she talkin' about!? Sounds like she getting her ashes hauled! Man, that's hot! Makes me want to run off to the nearest men's room for a quick little game of pocket pool, if you know what I mean (wink wink, nudge nudge).

This shit song is another favorite on MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7, I believe. Heard it on a PA the other day walking through town and just assumed it was MOLOCH 106.7 that was pumping this musical sewage out.

Because MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 is part and parcel of a system that depends so heavily on them.

They have healthy, positive attitudes towards life. That's what allows them to live in big, expensive mansions in the suburbs and drive Mercedes-Benz. They know that pumping soul-less, plastic, stupefying music to weak-minded people is a good way to make some great money. And anyone who complains is just an oddball loser.

Because MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 is part and parcel of a system that creates so many of them.

Because MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7 is part and parcel of a system that creates so many of them.

Part and parcel of the horrific system that condemns everyone nowadays to die of cancer or heart disease. An integral part, buddy boy.

Part and parcel of the horror that's devouring this planet and all life, human or otherwise.

Ha ha! Makes perfect sense. Next time you think death penalty, think MOLOCH 106.7, and vice versa. Perfect!

Remember that old Kenny Rogers tune? I wonder if MOLOCH 106.7 plays that. Could be. Only, in this case it's "You defecated on my life, MOLOCH 106.7"

Can't help but wonder if those assholes up in the administrative suites of MOLOCH 106.7, up in their shiny office building, if they "eat their own dog food", i.e., if they listen to their own shitty aural nerve gas on an office wide PA. I seriously doubt it. Their attitude is probably akin to the one cigarette company employees take, that that stuff's just for the poor, the stupid and the black (but most black people have more sense and more taste than to listen to MOLOCH 106.7's soulless, plastic, arid, antiseptic, non-musical garbage).

I wonder how many "soft rock" stations there are out there in the industrialized world. How many in Japan, Europe and North America. I wonder if Mexico has "soft rock" stations. The more absorbed into the homogenized, monocultural techno-industrial mega-machine a place is the more likely the inhabitants and workers need to be sedated with the kind of shit MOLOCH 106.7 pumps out, I would suppose. And the more need to disrupt and eliminate it. One great way of rebelling is to hamper the operation of the musical security blankets and adult baby pacifiers like MOLOCH 106.7.

This horrendous James Taylor (but all his shit is horrendous, isn't it?) tune is what's going through the mind of the SS guard pouring the Zyklon-B into the gas chambers. The famous "banal face of evil."

And, for the record, I've never willfully tuned into any radio station in my life, let alone the odious MOLOCH (aka Magic) 106.7. (The only exception being WJUL in Lowell. They played some cool college radio songs. I guess they've changed their call letters to WUML now. Whatever)

Anyway, I hold MOLOCH 106.7 responsible for every instance of my life being soiled and degraded by the shit music I've been forced to listen to in public, whether they actually broadcast it or not. Elton John, The Eagles, Carole King, James Taylor, Billy Joel, all those evil industrial schlock meisters. In restaurants, pharmacies, bookstores, supermarkets and out on the sidewalk.

I do hope I've made myself clear.

And ain't it good to know the people over at MOLOCH 106.7 could give a rat's ass if you live or die as long as they "make their numbers" and sell their shitty advertising?

Maybe Mr. Anonymous poster would like to help me out to tune out and turn off MOLOCH 106.7 by blowing up his own broadcast tower? That would be nice. I look forward to his kind and generous act.

Due to an MBTA SNFU I had to eat at Rod Dee II and they had good ole totalitarian industrial zombie schlock meisters, Magic 106.7, on.

The selection was fairly easy to ignore so it wasn't that painful. The worst of the bunch was the mind numbingly tedious instrumental ending to that piece of shit Eric Clapton 'classic', Leila. I bought the double record when it came out (god help me) and I remember being impressed at this 10 minute pseudo-classical, pseudo-symphonic segment. But it only took 3 listens to realize just how totally bankrupt it was in terms of musical ideas, or invention or development. That stupid bombastic piano, that pointless, distracting and irrelevant squiggly birdy-type noises in the background. Maybe it was the input of Duane Allman that fucked it up so bad. I was in Au Bon Pain earlier and had to listen to an interminable Allman Brothers instrumental 'classic', also pointless, simple-minded and totally arid. Man were those assholes over-rated. A real flash in the pan.

Clapton's not that much better. At least he (or his management company) spends a fair amount of time sifting through other people's songs to see what's most promising to cover, showing that he realizes that he generally can't write a song to save his life. And just look at that revolting horror show Tears In Heaven. That asshole hasn't even got the decency not to prostitute the death of his own infant child to feed the insatiable media monster, showing just how literally it deserves to be called MOLOCH!!!

Maybe that's what Magic 106.7 should change their name to: MOLOCH 106.7. The shoe sure as shit fits. Maybe they can broadcast the sounds of infant children being sacrificed during commercial breaks.

Must be a goldmine for the owners. No need to exert themselves being lively, engaging or new, just the contrary, in fact. Like rolling off a log. And it looks like they repeat the formula in other post-industrialized areas, like Philadelphia (or is it Pittsburgh?) and Detroit. Their drivel must be a sort of soothing, consoling lullaby for working class people who've been thrown out of work and have to patiently wait for the next round of employment "musical chairs" (or until the next ax falls and they're forced to relocate altogether). Meanwhile they'll get by on odd jobs and working as clerks and other "service" jobs, all the while listening to good old, smooth, soothing Magic 106.7. Magic!

Their biggest expenditure must be on sales staff salaries.

And why is it that on almost every Boston radio station they're always advertising mattresses? I remember Charles Laquidara on WBCN calling Massachusetts the "Big Mattress". Maybe that's what he meant.

Anyway, it just goes to show that a totalitarian technology like radio is invariably used for totalitarian purposes, hence proving the non-neutrality of technology.

It's been over two weeks since Magic's foul vibrations have soiled my ears. I'm crossing my fingers that I can go at least another couple.

"It's Too Late" by Carole King
"The Load Out/Stay" by Jackson Browne
"Moon Dance" by Van Morrison

Pity they can't be expunged from the earth. They'll be corroding people's ears and souls for millennia, no doubt.

* America
* The Eagles
* Billy Joel
* Elton John
* Rod Stewart
* Phil Collins

And that heinously horrible, whiny How To Save A Life song. Last time I heard that in the Between Hours Internet Cafe I had to get up and go out and stand out on the street for 4 minutes until the piece of shit was over. What total, abysmal audio torture and hell.

And there may be other horrible Magic 106.7 bands, but I usually avoid listening to Magic 106.7 like the plague. Just 15 minutes of it is enough to set me off for at least a week. Listening to random street noise is a big improvement over listening to the soul corroding ugliness of Magic 106.7. And in some park areas you can actually hear a little of nature's natural noises, like bird song and the wind in the trees. Astounding. But who would want to listen to that crap when you can listen to the heavenly tones of Magic 106.7? And ditto for most other wonderful modern amusements. All other modern amusements, come to think of it.

Muzak at least would be a lot more unobtrusive than Magic 106.7. I haven't researched the problem, but I imagine there are plenty of cheap or free Muzak suppliers available these days. Especially over broadband Internet. And everybody's got broadband these days, don't they? That DSL stuff over the phone lines would do the trick, wouldn't it? Why settle for that rancid shit they pump out on Magic 106.7?

I also have to wonder how good Magic 106.7's ratings are if they have to advertise on MBTA buses. But I don't want to get bogged down in a lot of business mechanics. Magic 106.7 has been a virtual Boston institution for quite a few decades now. But so was Tower Records, so were the small independent video stores. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, ha ha.

If you work at a business or eat at a restaurant that plays Magic 106.7 on the PA then I would encourage you to protest in the strongest possible terms. My guess is that there are a lot of people like myself who have been silently enduring that crud and would love the opportunity to tune it out and shut it off.

They are totally symptomatic of the spiritual rot that's infecting and destroying the planet.

I'll never tire of spreading the 'bad word' about those vile pieces of pandering shit.

Yup.

I bet most of the management of Magic 106.7 are in their sixties. Those guys should get a new business plan. Why not re-vamp it as the 'Green' station, and play a lot of 'Green' oriented music? 'Green' is very 'in' at the moment.

Magic 106.7 could be called the Elton John station, they play him so much. And their all time favorite is that nauseating schmaltz classic, I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues. I don't know how they did it but they some how managed to convince the public not barf when Sir Elton sings "rollin' like thunder, under the covers." I don't know about you, but I don't want to even start to imagine what "rollin' like thunder" would involve between that short, ugly little fairy and one of his same-sex partners.

That's right kiddies, just tune into good ole Magic 106.7 and turn off your real emotions and just go with the flow of phony, smooth mellowness. The effect is magical, isn't it? A sort of musical version of heroin or Quaalude. It's lovely to imagine what Boston would be like without it, if there were a Magic 106.7 blackout. How grumpy and disgruntled and touchy and irritable people would be. Patience would snap, tempers would flare. People'd actually have to start having their own emotions and start interacting with other people directly and honestly for a change.

Have to wonder what kind of a low-to-middle-brow done listens to that shit regularly, anyway. Wonder what their real fears are, the ones they're trying to suppress by listening to Magic 106.7. Be good to exploit those fears and get people stirred up. Be a good change from their usual emotional deadness inside. Be a good change for the world at large.

I had no idea they could be so sensitive. That's wonderful. Maybe they revenues have taken a hit lately and been slumping, and all that business jive. I certainly hope so. Attacking those assholes give me a whole new lease on life. Maybe I should start a zine: "Why I Hate Magic 106.7". Promising.

Make a great graffiti stencil.

Magic 106.7 has resurrected this old Louis Armstrong classic recently. No doubt to help people living in Boston forget that there's any environmental devastation happening outside the city limits. After all, just look around you in Boston, look at all the lovely trees all along the streets and in the parks. Surely they indicate that God is in his heaven and all is right with the world, don't they?

Which reminds me of a cool underground cell organization I'd like to see formed: the Tree Liberation Front (TLF). This would go around at night and, by whatever means required, kill trees in city neighborhoods. Why should assholes in the city be allowed to enjoy what so many wild creatures and people in the country are being denied? Why shouldn't we eco-radicals start bringing the environmental war back home to the source point, the cities? Works for me. And the death of these trees is not to be mourned, they were, after all, merely slave trees, enslaved to be permanently exploited by The Man.

Sure. But can you hear the sound of the chainsaws deforesting the earth underneath the soft, mellow tones of Magic 106.7? The sound of all the pollution spewed into the atmosphere by various chemical factories, manufacturing plants and coal-fired power generators? The sound of all the plants, animals, birds, fish, insects quietly dying due to the loss of habitat, the pollution and corruption of their habitat? Can you hear all the degraded and immiserated people of the earth who are exploited, sidelined and left to die by this inhuman system that Magic 106.7 is such an integral part of? Out of sight, out of earshot, out of mind, eh?

But don't worry about that, just relax and mellow out and do your daily little shit Boston office job.

I like to fantasize about these two being dragged out into the street, thrown to the ground and their faces stomped into an unrecognizable, bloody pulp on the pavement by a crowd of hobnail boot wearing skinheads. Ummmm, lovely. It'd really be too good for the, considering all the horror and evil those two have perpetrated with their soulless musical spew over the decades. There really isn't any torture or physical injury too extreme that I would consider too severe for them to be subjected to. And I suppose that would have to go for all their cohorts in the music industry, and I do mean industry, as well. But life just isn't fair, is it.

...and time for Magic 106.7 to pour a nice big dollop of Billy Joel trademark musical maggot slime down into your unprotected ear-holes. I don't think I'll be eating at Rod Dee II again anytime soon. Life's too short to have to endure such garbage. Oh, and then I had to sit through that nightmare of a pop song, Elton John's I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues.

He's quick with a joke and a light up your smoke... indeed.

I worked on this in the mid to late '80's while working at the MITRE Crap, er, Corp. This was the period when the Systems Development Corp. was in charge of the development. Got a couple business trips out to Santa Monica which was almost pleasant. I never did like such trips. Blacker was a real watershed for me, made me realize just how hopelessly lost and out of place I was in that DoD world. I was at a Blacker design meeting held in Paoli, PA, and the head of the NSA team, some wizened, vampiric, old Montgomery Burns type, put me down and humiliated me in front of the whole room (which was packed). At the next break I got up and demanded to let out of the building to go back to my hotel for the rest of the day. When the contractor people asked me why I wanted out I just barked: "out! out! out!" Thank got that shit's over. And I'll always remember my asshole teammates, Jay Francis (the lead) and Mr. Three-Piece-Suit, Fields-Medal-PhD advisor Jerry Myers. Bigger turds have never been known. ASOS was another shit project from that same period, the contractor was TRW and the agency putting out the contract was the Army division based in Ft. Monmouth, NJ. I may have more to say about this later, who knows, who cares.

Oh, MITRE's part of the Blacker work was to oversea the formal program verification portion of the work. Formal program verification, how did I ever let myself get mixed up in such nonsense. And yet it was part of the Orange Book A1 security requirements, an official government document. So I guess a lot of people allowed themselves to fall into this ludicrous trap of insane intellectual arrogance.