Then a little behind the lay observation.
(EW.com) Terrestrial radio is often taken for granted as a free thing that is always around and always will be, and even though most of it is invariably not very good, it’s a comforting curiosity to see how it varies from city to city any time you find yourself driving late at night in a rental car far from home.
There are always left-of-the-dial curiosities to be found and strange, static-filled discoveries to be made, even amidst the standardized pop, hip-hop, and classic-rock playlists. And for artists, there was the ever-present chance that a DJ could fall in love with a song and help it break out on a national level.
Though those playlists are carefully controlled and closely adhered to, there was typically enough room for variation to allow for some surprises in between spins of the latest Rihanna single or the umpteenth play of “Moves Like Jagger.”
Those days may be gone for good, though, with the recent moves made by Clear Channel, the country’s largest radio company and controller of roughly 850 radio stations. The company laid off hundreds of local DJs late last week, further cutting into one of the few things their 600-ish small market stations had going for them: Their inherent connection to the cities and towns they spring from.
ClearChannel’s plan is to eventually move away from local programming altogether and consolidate stations with the aid of syndicated national shows that will operate off a centrally-devised playlist that is market-tested to death (and, let’s face it, far more susceptible to payola or other shady radio dealings that still go on even though nobody ever talks about them), free of much (if any) deviation and completely devoid of local flavor.
You could fill hundreds of terrible stand-up comedy routines with the complaints about local radio DJs — especially the borderline-psychotic morning show zoo crews — but the charm of those personalities was often rooted in the fact that they belonged to the area they were broadcasting to.
They hung out at the same bars, reacted to the same news, drove on the same roads in the traffic reports, listened to the same bands who came around to play the station’s festival at the local raceway. It wasn’t always charming, but it was distinct, and those shows were often a comforting entry point in the entertainment world of any given city.
The music will suffer, too. Playlists are already hammered out in boardrooms and have become much more limited and streamlined for the sake of advertising dollars, and with centralized programming having to serve a handful of distinct markets, there will be even less wiggle room than there is now. Local acts won’t be able to get on the air at all, all but the most heavily-marketed indie groups will be turned away, and even second-tier major label artists will have a tough time breaking in.
Sure, there’s satellite radio and the entirety of the Internet, so music discovery will still be available via other avenues, but there are still a lot of people with limited time and resources who depend on their local terrestrial station to let them know what’s happening in the music world.
Here in New York, local radio stations aren’t as big a deal (there’s not really a car culture, which plays heavily into radio listenership). But growing up in suburban Connecticut, my local radio stations were my entry point into the greater music world. Even though the modern rock station that emanated from Hartford had a pretty sturdy regular playlist, there was always room for more underground stuff (in fact, sometimes entire programming blocks devoted to under-heard and local music).
I distinctly remember first hearing songs on the radio that became instant obsessions and went on to become huge hits. Obviously, people stopped relying on other people to curate their music for them about 10 years ago, but there was something to be said for having some educated guidance (which is likely part of the reason you come to websites like this in the first place).
ClearChannel is clearly in trouble, as the New York Times reports that they are carrying nearly $20 billion in debt. They are also reporting that most all of the syndicated programming that has replaced local shows has done better ratings, so if people want to hear the centralized shows, it’s hard to stand in the way of the numbers.
The fact that terrestrial radio is changing this dramatically, while distressing to some listeners and most radio industry folks, should really, in the clear light of day or dial, come as no surprise.
Put simply, if not compassionately, time marches on.
And just as eight track tape players gave way to cassette players that gave way to CD's that gave way to MP3's, so, too, has conventional radio reached a nadir of sorts.
And, again, put simply, if not compassionately, while terrestrial radio may continue to be, in some measure, useful, it is no longer essential.
Sentiment and affection for anachronisms notwithstanding, the plain, unvarnished truth is that, with the advance of communicative technology, radio offers nothing that cannot be acquired, and in many cases easily acquired, elsewhere.
Time? Temperature?
Look up, or down, from wherever you are reading these words and there's a 99% chance there is a computer screen or smartphone or, even, a wall or desk clock in your line of sight that offers both current, hours, minutes and degrees, Fahrenheit, Celsius, et al.
Current weather conditions and/or weather forecasts, alerts, etc?
Read the preceding paragraph that starts "look up, or down....".
Current events, national, regional or even local?
Again, Google, via your desktop, laptop or smart phone at your immediate beck and call without that pesky wait for either a break between songs or the end of the endless blather by an on air personality or personalities in love with the sound of his, her or their own voices.
And speaking of songs...?
Hundreds of places to find them. Thousands of songs in each and every one of those places.
While Clear Channel's mass elimination of hundreds of radio jobs in one fell swoop certainly makes for high drama and it's always regrettable when people lose their livelihoods, the act itself is no more insidious than was the once upon a time laying off of hundreds of workers in the eight track tape player factory.
That annoying time marching on thing again.
And, bet the transmitter, that this is only the tip of the FCC regulated iceberg.
If these observations seem uncaring or even glib, please be assured that's not the intention.
I have a lot of highly respected peers, associates and friends who were working in radio last week and are looking for a job this one.
But, I, like many of those peers, associates and friends, have been talking, for a goodly while now, about where the industry was and, more importantly, where it was headed.
And, it's not like desktops, laptops and smartphones were just invented yesterday and threw the broadcast world a sucker punch from out of nowhere.
It is an unwritten, but undeniable, axiom in business, pretty much all business, that you're either "growin' or you're goin'".
And not to metaphor the issue to death, but the end result of building a broadcast career in the year 2011 out of straw as opposed to brick was, and is, inevitable...and upon us.
For talented broadcasters, staff and management and owners who have a clear grasp of the obvious and a willingness to relinquish their grasp on the good old days, the future is filled with remarkable opportunities.
Syndicated programming. Internet programming. Podcasting.
Just the tip of a new, and potentially lucrative, iceberg.
And, for now anyway, still relatively free of a lot of those cumbersome and costly FCC regulations.
Meanwhile, those who either won't, or can't, find a way to accept that it simply is no longer 1974 and "ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN MINUTES OF BACK TO BACK TO BACK HITS ALONG WITH ALL THE LATEST WEATHER CONDITIONS,ALERTS, TIME, TEMPERATURE AND ENDLESS YAMMERING BY THESE FORTY YEAR RADIO PEOPLE WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH THE SOUND OF THEIR OWN VOICES ONLY ON YOUR STATION FOR THE MOST MUSIC, NEWS, WEATHER, SPORTS, CURRENT EVENTS AND ENDLESS YAMMERING, ROCK ONE OH SEVEN!!" doesn't matter anymore, the harsh light of day...and dial...will reveal the obvious...and inevitable.
That it will, as the prevailing winds are telling us, fall on deaf ears.
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