Music of Your Life
I found the Music of Your Life online! MOYL is a music network played on a few hundred stations around the country, mostly AM, playing APS, Adult Pop Standards. Music for your grandparents generation, mixed in with some 70's AM Gold.
My first job was at WQTY, "Cutie 93.3, Linton, Indiana", back when it was still a MOYL affiliate, before it sold to The Original Company, The Wabash Valley's homegrown media conglomerate, and started simulcasting The Bullet (who's station name would be politically incorrect in many parts of the country, especially with their little gunshot sound station ID)
Back in the day, I spent hours and hours on the clock listening to the "greatest music of the 20th century," reading a couple weather forecasts a day, occasionally doing the news and obituaries (one of the most popular segments in a small town.) These years did even more for my appreciation of all music than knowing Oregarus!
The local Portland affiliate is Sunny 1550-AM owned by Pamplin Broadcasting, the same folks who brought us Willie Aames as Bibleman. If Bibleman wasn't so funny, it might get my panties a little in a bunch, but its hard to hate a show that looks like a higher budget parody of the Power Rangers, even if it is spouting kooky kristian propaganda.
Give MOYL a listen, either on the national MOYL feed, or listen to the Portland ads on the Sunny 1550 feed.
I'm off to rock out to Tuxedo Junction.
2 comments:
Ah, that makes me all teary-eyed nostalgic for dubbing farm reports, smacking the controls during high school basketball games, and munching on fresh donuts from Hanley's at the ass-crack of dawn. Even at minimum wage, I don't think another job will ever measure up.
My very favorite trick was to play the breast cancer PSA between the church broadcasts.
My favorite trick was to make it impossible for old ladies to ever write down the 1-800 number to buy personal care products from "the holy land," sold by the religious zealot on that sunday morning show that actualy played pretty good gospel bluegrass music.
I'd let him say about 8 of the 11 digits of the phone number, but I'd always hit the button to insert a half-second or two of dead air. If people called, I'd tell them there was some sort problem with the tape...
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