DJ don’t care on the air

Poem:  DJ don’t care on the air

 

DJ ing skills are that of a magician who whips away the tablecloth with the hope of getting an ooh!

but in this case, all the crockery has remained in the cloth and is smashed

Well boo to you!

 

It’s a big fat whoops not a wow

and you’re oblivious to it somehow?

Insensitive sounds and lyrics at a time when listeners need support and a crutch

 

I can’t say I’d miss you much

If you were to leave for a while or go

In a hurry to outdo time

Rapid radio

plays havoc with listeners’ intellectual libido

 

Far from a seamless transition from track to track and light jovial chat to chat

Muddled and broken with unnecessary bits and pieces

The woe increases

Rapidly waning, my attention ceases

I roll my eyes

 

Review: DJ don’t care on the air 

Oh what a mess!

A great introduction and analogy comparing the D.J with an appalling magic act.

So disappointing especially if the magician is well known and liked but is at the mercy of whoever or whatever it is that is pulling their strings. By the sounds of it they have been thrown lit daggers too that the magician himself needs to simultaneously throw at others in the name of ‘entertainment’ and he needs to dodge in order to save his own life and livelihood. The ones thrown at him are aimed at his back. Ouch! and Nasty!

Knives taken and reused are from another cabaret act that has been sacked or as the ‘boss’ see’s it ‘a restructuring method’ designed to make things more streamlined. I wouldn’t use the word ‘stream’ It’s more like a flowing river of blood and betrayal.   A money saving measure?  The imposed ‘spinning of too many plates’ and an imposed ‘happy clapping monkey syndrome’ is putting the magician to the test, to see who would blink, break or blow up first?  Something had to give and in this instance the crockery became the visible casualty that not even ‘The BBC’s much loved ‘Repair Shop’ could bring back to life’

The hidden backstabbing back story, I can imagine is only too murky and outrageous.

 

Back to radio presenter.

It sounds bit like a joke with a suffocated punch line where humour has not been invited to the party.

Something has changed. What I get is here is how they are presenting the show is unfamiliar to the familiar ears of the cultural observer/poet. The D.J is cleary not in control of their own show let alone their destiny if they are being held by the ‘proverbials’ by their ‘team players? Immediate work colleagues?  Or the boss?

Insensitive with the music choices, in a hurry and taking the listeners for idiots. I love the line “Rapid radio plays havoc with listeners’ intellectual libido” as it demonstrates the intimacy of the radio and the connection between presenter, the station and with the audience or in this case, the lack thereof. Audience numbers would have dwindled, and I’m not surprised. Something has gone wrong. The line “Muddled and broken with unnecessary bits and pieces” is revealing and gives a clear message of something not working well.

Something awful is happening at centre stage as all of the mess created has a loud audible output. The production sounds atrocious. Things have happened behind the scenes too no doubt.

Who is their boss? Who do they work for? Sounds like someone of a ‘Poseidon’ Greek god character who’s had a bump on the head and they are left in a state of delusion.

I hope the presenter, if like the magician, is well established and liked, that they have a good agent and can take their talent elsewhere.

The poet is so very disappointed

It sounds like an honest critique of a radio station that is on its way out.

I’m sure the poet will be taking their hungry listening ears elsewhere.