Wednesday, April 06, 2005
My letter to the local 'Lite-Rock' station
After months of Phil Collins, Five For Fighting, Amanda Marshall and other aural equivalents to being drowned in glucose-fructose, I wrote the following polite email to the Lite-Rock radio station. It will change nothing, but it made me feel better:
My workplace plays Q92. I find your songs formulaic and bland, musically and narratively. Your playlist does not ease the crushing monotony of the workplace, it reinforces it.
I imagine you feel you are 'giving the people what they want'. This ignores the fact that alternative forms of your genre are ignored in favour of slick, corporate market-boosters.
I understand people need 'soft rock' sometimes, like they need hard rock, jazz and hip hop other times. I'm just pleading for a broadening of your musical mandate. Bands like Broken Social Scene, Belle & Sebastian and Manitoba create music that's pleasant, inoffensive and hummable. Surely Jean Coutu would not cancel their advertising if you put on "Anthem for a 17 year old girl" rather than "One More Night"?
Please. I'm begging you. My brain is turning to mush. Put Lionel Richie in the dustbin of history where he belongs.
My workplace plays Q92. I find your songs formulaic and bland, musically and narratively. Your playlist does not ease the crushing monotony of the workplace, it reinforces it.
I imagine you feel you are 'giving the people what they want'. This ignores the fact that alternative forms of your genre are ignored in favour of slick, corporate market-boosters.
I understand people need 'soft rock' sometimes, like they need hard rock, jazz and hip hop other times. I'm just pleading for a broadening of your musical mandate. Bands like Broken Social Scene, Belle & Sebastian and Manitoba create music that's pleasant, inoffensive and hummable. Surely Jean Coutu would not cancel their advertising if you put on "Anthem for a 17 year old girl" rather than "One More Night"?
Please. I'm begging you. My brain is turning to mush. Put Lionel Richie in the dustbin of history where he belongs.

