The Day the Music Died

May 15, 2025

I recall it feeling like being hit by a freight train. At first I thought it was a prank. Then maybe just a rogue DJ playing a silly joke. I sat in my driveway in disbelief, listening to song after song and it started to sink in. My beloved K-rock had switched its format. I went through the five stages of grief.

First of course, denial. No way! This isn't happening. K-rock is the greatest rock and roll station of all time! Then it was anger. Those lowdown execu-bots are staring at pie charts, not listening to the people. How dare they! Okay, now I'm going to bargain with ya...maybe keep the old classic rock format and just add in a few of the newer songs...just the good ones though, no mediocre shit.

Well, now I'm depressed. It's the end of an era. Where am I going to hear Zep, The Doors, The Who, Pink Floyd, Cream, Hendrix, The Beatles...Where??!! Well, I guess the world is moving on, time to accept it. I guess I can tune into hear Scotzo, the Professor play British Biscuits somewhere else. It's time to settle for mediocre top ten "alternative" bullshit ad nauseam until I accept it as the norm. Maybe I'll eventually start listening to country music and just give up on life all together.

It was a glum day in the fall of 1996. The day the music died. With my head hung low, and my heart broken, it was off to class, listening to the Spin Doctors, Hootie and the Blowfish, Nickleback and the latest slop from Creed. Jesus Christ! No wonder we're in the spot that we're in today. Life, quite frankly, has never been the same. My youth and innocence died that day...and my hope of a true K-rock replacement never quite came to fruition. Q104.3...nice try, you're alright, I guess. But you're no K-rock.

And we were singing, "bye, bye Miss American Pie..."

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