long live radio, radio is dead

It's the End of KROQ Radio.

And that's the story of radio. And why I pulled and broke the eject lever on that motherfucker. I will always love what I got to do in that once grand industry, but I will never forgive what the dead-eyed, soft brained suits did to us. I will never respect what they have done to this industry and the great minds who worked in it.

So many gloriously talented people, flicked off the board like the pawns they were always seen as. The few that are "lucky" enough to remain are still shackled by format, by a litany of regulations and rules written by people who could never do what the wizards behind the mic could ever do, all of them working to build efficiency, doing more and more in less and less time.

Frazzled artistic geniuses running as fast as they can under the barking orders of tightening up the efficiency agenda. An entire life lived by the second hand of the clock.

None of it with the goal to create art or push the envelop, or connect with human beings, but to chase a buck. To sell mattresses and memorial day car sales. And I will not participate. I welcome Spotify and podcasts.

The veils are lifting on every institution, and across them all, in the center of them, we see a cancerous corruption eating it all from the inside out, a rot that has gone on too long to survive much longer. The virus killing its host. Government. Media. Religion. Business.
Truth itself seems to be under audit.

All of the pillars of society are collapsing as the rust and rot has taken it over. We are watching the building of a new society, a new reality.
It is our time now and what we do with it will shape this planet for perhaps the next millennium. It is a time of magick, with the old ways dying off to make way for the new...it cannot be denied, it cannot be stopped.

Death and birth are labor, and with it, there are agonizing pain and suffering involved with both. I welcome the rebirth of our society.

Radio is just one of the tentacles of the Beast rotting away and disintegrating in front of us. It is painful and sad, as is death. But it is part of the cycle. The long tail of the ouroboros, eating itself.

The spiral of all things.

Long live Radio, Radio is Dead.