Here's the Scoop: May 5, 2010

Blasts from the past
I’m not really a Classic Rock kinda guy. To me, Classic Rock equals Nostalgia which equals Old. I have my knees to give me the age message, I don’t need my ears echoing this reality.
As a result, I have a stereo cabinet filled with discs that I have played countless times, but most of which I no longer load into the disc player. Of course, the fact that I still utilize discs as a music source makes its own statement about my age. At least I ditched the cassette player.
I have heard of those devices known as iPods, but still haven’t gotten around to purchasing one of these machines. But I probably will some day.
The good news (for me and Apple) is that I haven’t bought a disc in several years. Downloading from iTunes is my preferred method of music shopping. Maybe 2010 will be the year that I break down and get an iPod. That would be about right, since I’ve read that these devices will soon become obsolete, as most people (even me?), will ultimately play music from multi-media devices such as phones.
In the meantime, I will continue searching out new music and pushing my “old” collection to the back of the media cabinet.
During the workday, I “stream” music online from the best station around, WFUV. Great stuff. Plus, since this is a public radio station, there are no commercials. Just an occasional plea for operating donations from listeners.
Personally, I’d rather make a small contribution to the station than listen to commercials. Heck, I’d rather open a mailing from AARP than listen to screaming radio advertisements. As a result, I listen to commercial radio only as a last resort. One of these resorts occurred last week.

One too many listens
We were headed out of town and even the pile of discs (Note to self: Hurry up with the iPod purchase!) of relatively new music was not very appealing. So it was good that our destination would put us in the service area of two stations with a reputation for coolness.
U2, Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd were played in quick succession. I double-checked the dial. Yup, right station. Time to change to Allegedly Cool Station Number Two. It was more of the same…Bad Company, Fleetwood Mac and the Doobie Brothers.
Most of these bands have a firm place in my faded memory bank, but it’s way in back, near the Junior Prom recollections.
And on it went. We continued to switch back and forth between the stations, checking the calendar to make sure this wasn’t some cruel April Fools’ joke. It wasn’t. The cool factor at these radio stations had somehow melted. There was no sense of irony from the DJs either. Did they, in fact, think these 30-year-old tunes were hip? They were — three decades ago. RIP.
The day’s strange time-warp continued as we visited several stores. In every place we entered, Classic Rock (on different stations) was the music of choice. Just not ours.
As I walked past the electronics department in one store, I glanced at news report on a model TV and expected to see images of President Jimmy Carter peering at me as Lynyrd Skynyrd blasted from the adjacent stereo display. This was getting too weird.
On the way home, neither my wife or I reached for the radio dial.
“I’ve got a disc here from 2008 that we’ve only played 117 times…I’m sure it’s going to sound pretty fresh,” I said. “Too bad we’re not playing it on an iPod. Imagine how modern that would be.”