She felt, every day as if Rodney Bingenheimer himself would show up and administer last rites to American independent radio.
Sure, there were some internet-only stations doing evocative programming, but the airwaves were a cesspool of corporate pablum, so-called classics that had been played a trillion times, and yanked from Youtube flavors-of-the-moment in a desperate attempt to appeal to kids who didn’t know what a radio dial was for.
Kayla Wronski- Kayla Warr to her listeners, scrolled through a list of local bands deserving of more airplay.
Chuck Lisle gave her twelve minutes an hour- a whopping thirty-six per show to devote to locals. She was one of the lucky ones.
Chuck popped his head in.
“Kay?”
She turned.
Chuck looked like he had a thorn in his foot.
“You have to introduce The Luberadors tonight at The Fathom. Fatboy and the Stench both tested positive for Covid, and The Stench has symptoms.”
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