Because this is a Christian radio station, that’s supposed to be playing religious music. What does it mean when, jammed in between songs about Amazing Grace and Jesus, Friend of Sinners, we get a song glorifying the American flag and the nation it represents? It’s not even a patriotic song about God blessing America, it’s a song praising how the flag proudly waves “o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” That’s idolatry. I don’t know what else I can call it. We have set up a nice little golden calf, except instead of a calf it’s a sheet and instead of golden it’s red, white, and blue.
Theological Ramblings: Christian Radio and the Star Spangled Banner ☀
Following up on the state of radio ☀
Then fight back. There are 50,000 whatsyou can do. Charge more for each commercial then play fewer of them. Hire personalities. Be local. Provide the programming that Pandora can’t. And if you’re an AM station you might let listeners know where they can still get an AM radio. Why let a radio station that you’ve paid millions for be rendered less successful than one some kid has put up in his bedroom with a used laptop, a microphone, and a music program?
Radio Daze ☀
We’ve come a long way. Far from harbingers of truth, our media are now increasingly used to shake the foundations of the real. We know this to be the case with television, where the stars of reality programming are frequently found to follow the blueprints of writers and producers. And we know it to be the case online, where identity has become a playground and masquerading the norm. But radio seemed different. We listen to radio because the voice, we think, doesn’t lie. The voice is immediate and intimate and present. We attach ourselves to radio personalities with an intensity we’d never dream to extend to, say, television hosts—just look at the fierce and unparalleled devotion to Howard Stern—and this is because we feel as if we know them and trust them.
It is time to question this notion as well. The next caller you hear, the next personal story that makes you sniffle or shout with rage, may be the doing of someone at some faceless casting agency, hiring actors and writing scripts designed to titillate. The point is, without something like the hoshen, an object capable of channeling the celestial spirit and telling truth from lie, we’ll never know.
…Public Broadcasting Service and National Public Radio executives earned between $$370,000/year and $1.2 million per year. Regardless of whether or not the non-profit organizations could have found people to work for less money, there is a reasonable question of whether the government should forcibly collect tax dollars from folks earning the median $16/hour wage and feed those dollars to public broadcasting employees earning far more than President Obama.
Philip Greenspun ☀
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