Good Morgan Gentle Readers,
With or without Martha Quinn and Howard Stern, who starts his new, FCC-proof gig in early 2006, it occurs to me that the future of satellite radio may not be as rosy as it might seem.
I'm delighted with the additional choices and options and, clearly, coast-to-coast commercial free broadcasting is a peachy selling point as is the ability to pick channels by genre (you don't get to pick the tunes). But unlike much of internet streaming radio, satellite has those lame-oh DJ's that remind me of 1960's AM rock radio. Okay they don't scream as much as the Real Don Steele but they're not nearly as cool as Humble Harve or Robert W Morgan either.
To me that's two big downsides, particularly considering that satellite radio requires an upfront investment that's not insignificant and an ongoing monthly cash commitment. I love uninterrupted digital music, but it makes more sense to me in the context of my Bose equipped computer and Mrs TWC's pink I-pod, both of which are very receptive to the Beavis inside of me when he's screaming change it, change it.
We report, you decipher.
As Ever,
TWC
The Real Don Steele circa 1967-photo courtesy of ReelRadio.com