The International Writers Magazine:REALITY CHECK
HAVE A DREAM
Why Satellite Radio Will Crush The FCC
be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future no future
No future for you.
- Sex Pistols
lose sight of the fact that all human felicity lies in man's imagination,
and that he cannot think to attain it unless he heeds all his caprices.
The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to
satisfy his vagaries."
-Marquis de Sade
My feel-good wish for the New Year is to witness the mortal wounding
of the FCC. I don't expect it to flat-line, but it needs to bleed, terminally,
perhaps a day or two in intensive care on the critical list. "Doesn't
look good, doctor, contact the next of kin." No cure. Have a nice
day. It was good to know ya.
It has been my fuzzy little dream for decades, but now it can actually
come to wondrous fruition with the emergence of satellite radio. With
Howard Stern's debut on Sirius Radio this past week, along with most
of the subject-specific programming available to subscribers for $12
a month, there appears to be a real sense that things will loosen up
on the old traditional airwaves; finally freeing up Marconi's instrument
of destruction for more penetrating and corruptible behavior.
There have been some who've opposed smut radio, shock jocks, and certain
levels of discerning demographics of music programming, as well as the
odd slice of controversial and biting subject matter for the darker
souls among us. And they now claim victory. They say kicking the likes
of a Howard Stern off the air and onto pay radio at least takes him
away from being available to everyone. And I would applaud their perspective.
Whatever shuts these cretins up is fine by me. Because the only thing
that matters in radio is ratings, which translates into advertising
muscle and then the all-important product-placement dollars.
The idea that commercial radio was invented to serve the populace and/or
the greater good is as infantile and naive as assuming big-time college
sports creates school spirit; while maturing young citizens may learn
fair play and teamwork or that television and the Internet would become
super tools of education, enlightenment, while promoting evolved thought.
Nothing exists without it garnishing a buck in this country, nothing
worth a shit to the masses anyway. Nothing anyone would pay attention
to or that you might receive without sending out search parties. Radio,
television, newspapers, et al, exist only to sell products, period.
Not to promote agenda or serve the citizenry, but to sell cars, beer,
loads of corporate junk and other things bottom line. Advertising is
where the money is in these mediums. Very few make a serious buck in
broadcasting. Advertising. Marketing. All that crap. That's where the
So, think about it: If people are willing to pony up cash to listen
to the radio, like they currently do to watch cable television or, say,
rent films or use high-speed Internet, there will be someone around
to exploit it for dollars. And that's how change comes along in this
country: Cash. Cold, hard, and handy cash. The rest is white noise and
Why are listeners abandoning free radio to pay for it? The money people
will want to know this. The product hawks and Madison Avenue geeks have
to know. And they will know all too soon, believe me. Then they will
do something about it.
You know why the number one television show in the country is "Desperate
Housewives"? Because "Sex in the City" kicked
ass on HBO, that's why. You think for one minute a racy show like "Desperate
Housewives" gets anywhere near network television without some
joker in a power tie saying, "Jesus Jumping Christ in a Blanket,
Jack, have you seen the numbers that middle-aged woman sex romp is doing
on HBO? Let's get us one of those!"
"But, Bill, we'll never get that garbage past standards and practices,
we'll get hate mail and threats by the Catholic League of Freakazoids!"
"Let's see what Pepsi and Nike and Home Depot has to say about
that, Jack. How about Ford and Honda and Budweiser and Coors?"
"Holy Shit, Bill! It's a goddamn go!"
All these "CSI" shows? Cable. "Six Feet Under",
"The Sopranos", even that hilariously consistent Larry David
thing; all of them have been co-opted by network TV, and not one of
them would have made it past secretaries five years ago. No way. All
these Reality Shows everywhere? MTV's "The Real Life".
Network TV is now not merely a landscape littered with dirt and grime,
exploitation and sex, sex, sex, with just the right amount of violence
thrown in; it's pretty much home base. And that's great, if that's what
people want. And it's quite obvious they want it big time.
Otherwise it would go away. It doesn't need to be regulated. People
don't watch it, it goes away. Simple as that. No muss. No fuss. All
these righteous fuckers who voted for George W. Bush to push the God
agenda last year are the same ones tuning into this crap weekly, in
big numbers, far bigger numbers than go to any voting booth. These people
yell and scream about Hollywood and rap music and violence and sex and
then turn around and lap this stuff up in record numbers. And again,
that's good. A free society should measure what the populace wants.
Television has always been a good source for that. Television, fast
food, speed banking, cosmetics, diet pills, booze and technological
doo-dads; it's the melting pot, really.
It's like these ubiquitous ultra-violent video games; you think these
things would survive without tons of people buying them? No is the answer
to that one. And, once again, that's a good thing. If that's what people
want, and it's not hurting anyone, then fine.
Here's where satellite radio grants my wish: Once advertisers realize
the windfall of subscribers ponying up cash to listen to Lesbian donkey
humping, then the reigns will be loosened on the ol' squawk box and
perhaps then can we have a completely free society unhampered by non-elected
shit heels manipulated by loony soccer moms and mid-western preachers.
The free air will then finally be free.
And pretty soon we'll be hearing all sorts of fucks and shits everywhere.
And if people want it, then fine.
Everyone has to have a dream. This is mine: The death of the FCC.
Thanks for helping folks.
Happy New Year!
© James Campion Jan 16th 2006
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