Sometimes I have to keep reminding myself that the purpose of that classic rock station in NYC (and all commercial radio stations) is to make money. Music is secondary, if not even lower, on the list of priorities.
Musings, observations, lamentations, exhortations, rants, raves, political perturbations, and odious cultural ennui tempered with copious amounts of Johnny Walker wisdom,* based not on AI but on actual I, and my proprietary blend of non-GMO life experience, gluten-free observational skills, and NGO analytical acumen as I bounce around the pinball machine of life.
