Basically I really enjoy the old "radio show" format. Just taking in callers to talk about some subject. I know there have been a lot of radio shows over the years with this format, I'm wondering if anybody knows of any that are archived or have migrated to a podcast model.
Another one I enjoyed was the really old episodes of Coast To Coast AM, where the host took calls about ghosts and psychics and weird things like that.
Bert and Ernie worked together as daytime radio hosts for over twenty years. They'd traded jokes, played pop music and generally made peoples lives a touch brighter as they trundled to their workplace.
Now though, there was a silence on the air. Ernie silently reread the fax from civil defense. As licensed broadcasters, they were legally obligated to alert the public, to tell them that several nuclear missile launches had occured, and that in a few minutes all the world's troubles would be over. But what was the point in that? To torture people with the knowledge of something they couldn't change?
Ernie looked up at Bert. Their eyes met and a decision was reached. Bert put on their most requested song, a sugary top 40 tune, while Ernie produced a bottle of bourbon from under the desk. As their producer banged on the locked studio coor, the colleagues toasted the end of a long career.
Bert. always the consummate professional, turned away as the first explosion split the horizon. He straightened his tie, tucked in his shirt and brushed his hair back. He would meat his fiery death with dignity.
He turned to Ernie and said in a quiet, resigned voice, "How do I look, Ernie?"
Ernie walked slowly over to his friend. He hugged his companion, released him and studied Bert's face. He saw the closeness they shared, all the long years tying them together, and the strength of their relationship. He took a deep breath, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He spoke in a quiet, broken tone:
"With your eyes, Bert."
So I am in a car listening to the radio and the hosts are talking about ronaldo. One of them asks, β why does Ronaldo go si when he scores a goal?β The rest of them were like β maybe its a Portuguese thing or somethingβ so then they somehow forget how to pronounce s and I, and start saying βSU!β I was sitting their cringing how none of them could even consider the possibility of a different country speaking a different language, then they move on a talk about some celebrity drama or something.
I usually enjoy food-related shows on NPR, although I've felt for a long time that "Splendid Table" (the only show I was aware of)-- and the host-- probably had one of the most stereotypically NPR audiences (white, upper middle class, liberal) of any NPR show out there.
My local NPR station has started carrying Milk Street Radio, and I've listened a number of times now. I just find the hosts... I don't know, off putting. There's a clinical, very business-like approach to interaction with callers, and interviews and presentation, that seems odd.
I was not terribly surprised to find that it comes out of Boston, the way the host(s) interact with callers (and each other) especially seems quite "northern" to someone who's spent their whole life in the South and Midwest.
Am I just not getting this show?
Red eye is my fav
They could probably play different genres of music. Maybe there could be a related quest about the two radio station hosts and their rivalry. You could help one radio host by sabatoging the other in various ways. Playing a fake broadcast to cause panic, commiting an act of vandalism on their property etc. What do you think?
They'd traded jokes, played pop music, and generally made people's lives a touch brighter as they trundled to work.
Now, though, there was silence on the air. Ernie silently reread the fax message from the Department of Defense. As licensed broadcasters they were legally obligated to alert the public, to tell them the nukes were flying and that in a few minutes all the world's troubles would be over. What, though, was the point of that? To torture people with the knowledge of something they couldn't change?
Their eyes met and a decision was reached. Bert put on their most requested song, a sugary top 40 tune while Ernie produced a bottle of bourbon from under the desk. As their producer banged on the locked studio door the colleagues toasted the end of a long career.
Bert, always the consummate professional, turned away from the window as the first explosion split the distant horizon. He straightened his tie, tucked in his shirt, and brushed his hair back. He would meet his fiery death with dignity.
He turned to Ernie and said in a quiet, resigned voice, "How do I look, Ernie?"
Ernie walked slowly over to his friend. He looked into Bert's face and saw the closeness they shared, the strength of their relationship, forged over the years. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly:
"With your eyes, Bert."
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