We've been listening-in lately to the new week nightly show and can report that while Curley's grammar is better than Ron & Don's, (KIROFM m-f, 3-7p) the blather is no heftier.
Topics and issues fly by like Cocoa Puffs, lasting a moment or two, then flitting along, one grazing top of the next.
9:00 pm-10:00 pm
Charlie Sheen update-He keeps setting records, even if he looks like he could die at any time.How can we make money on Twitter? John is up to 1,000 followersCould Charlie end up homeless? He could be a tour guide in London, where they’re hiring the homeless. Here in the US: Bumvertising…does it work?Newt Gingrich tries to explain away three marriages and other transgressions as he preps for a presidential bidLady Gaga drops Target for not speaking stronger in favor of gay rights. Like she needs the money!NPR on the ropes…is it time to pull the plug after the CEO is ousted? John is actually one of many Republicans who support itForbes billionaire list...Bill Gates tries to give away all his money and still lands at #2...Facebookers end up all over the list...it's like the Social NetworkNew ATM scam
(At least now we know for sure John Curley's a Republican, if that wasn't already obvious. Fortunately, with his admission of support for NPR, he may be more cocktail-party than tea-party, though. But, as is the wont of any true Republican: He lies ... this time about his Twitter followers- he's only got about 600, not 1000).
We listened in that night: Curley didn't actually do those topics... they seemed to be kind of, er... goals, which might have been for the best. He kept complaining about not having a "buddy to chit-chat with" and asked listeners to call-in and co-host with him. Co-hosts didn't seem to be very forthcoming, but one did get on and jumped on Curley's Catholic ass about saying in one of his ramblings that he hoped the suspect in the Spokane bombing case would "fry in hell."
This, of course, despite that the guy is a) a suspect, and b) we thought these Christians were all about redemption 'n' shit.
Curley dropped, at length, a blizzard of Catholic school homilies, buzzwords and references to colorful nuns who had beaten him (presumably for being a jackass). Then the coup de grâce by demanding how would his new co-host like it if the victims of the bomb (that didn't go off) in Spokane had been the caller's kids???
After this didactic puffery, Curly cut off the listener and went abruptly to a break without hearing any attempt by the poor caller to answer the Hobson's question that implied that the pathetic Spokane neo-Nazi arrested should be shipped somewhere where there's an electric chair and, without the coddling of a trial, be sautéed up in the names of children he didn't kill. It was a dubious moral stance (very unCatholic) but worse radio. The Cocoa Puffs kept on flying...
(Attending Catholic school, like being a Jew or a Sea Scout is like belonging to a private club. It has its own jargon and inside jokes which seem to be universal to the experience wherever the school happened to be, and baffling to those of us who went to some other kind of school. Radio talk hosts, John, are probably better served not bringing old St. Bonaventure tales and travails to the air).
We get it: Curley's got this evening shift (a time traditionally with a small audience) to give him radio mileage and practice. He's got the gift of gab and the ego with that soupçon of neediness that befits a successful radio talker.
But it seems to us that this former teevee local somebody had better learn the trade of radio. He may still have that lofty teevee-borne sense of superiority over radio, radio folks, and the radio craft. For whatever reason, it sounds like he thinks doing radio is easy, that someone with all his vast broadcast experience can phone it in.
(photo: the mighty Curleyan forehead)
Some BlatherAdvice (We're talking to you, John). Snarky talk and glibby fly-by won't pack it. Ask Tony Ventrella, another popular local teevee star who blew it in the very chair you're sitting in. That live mic is a slave-driver and you, as host, its bitch.
Until you've been there a while, the listeners are way more professional than you are. They'll give you some time, but they always figure out who's really trying. They're already saying you're putting in your time until something breaks for you on the teevee.
Prove them wrong. (And forget the nuns already).