I would like to take a moment and explain why we will not be able to continue our relationship.
Our love affair started long ago when I was a teen and would spend hours listening to your station in my ex-police-issued Chevy Caprice that afforded me 14 pull-overs and two tickets. At that time, you played great songs such as “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “Black Balloon” by the Goo-Goo Dolls, and the lesser great but still acceptable “I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing”. And shame on you for playing that awful Chumbawumba song.
Through-out the years, my attentions have strayed and matured to other local radio stations such as Rockin’ 101 and 93X. My affections only recently have returned to you because my almost POS Cougar lacks an antenna. Silence has been, at many times, preferable to the squalor of untalented ass-buckets you now play. Can you say Lady Gag-Gag? (Although any song containing the lyrics ‘I wanna take a ride on your disco stick’ makes me giggle.) Occasionally, I will be pleasantly surprised when I switch on my radio and hear Eminem spouting less-profanic things than he has in the past, or the edited-for-public-consumption version of “Fuck You” by Cee-lo Green. I currently turned the dial to you hoping to hear the depressing and haunting Adele’s “Someone Like You”, only to be appalled and disappointed to hear The Fray (The Frey?) whining at me.
No, KCLD, I do not wish to hear how Adam Levine has got the “Moves Like Jagger”, and the only time I want to hear about anyone “lighting it up like dino-mite” is when ACDC is singing “TNT”. I believe Adele was ending an affair with her local pop radio station as well when she wrote the words, “Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.” Perhaps if you allowed me to hear more that the last line of that song, we would not be here now. Au revoir.