I was thinking about the DJs of today as compared to DJs of yesteryears. Years ago each DJ could pick out the music that they liked for their own show, music that showed their personality, taste, etc. Now, some program director, living hundreds of miles away, tells him/her what to play, like it or lump it, that is what they must do if they want to keep working. It must grate on their nerves to be a zombie and do what they are told, having no imput into their show.

So I wrote this song for them. I doubt any radio station would ever permit it to be played though.



I PITY TODAY’S D J’s

Gone are the days--- when radio DJs---can plan their own show

Must play what they’re told---be it garbage or gold---or else they must go

Some P D somewhere---1000 miles from here---tells them what to play

And if they refuse---put on walkin’ shoes---and be on their way
CHORUS

I pity today’s –radio DJs---I really do

‘cause they can not spin---what appeals to them—and that’s true

They’re told what to play---same time every day---though they may not agree

But some label some where---tells us what we’ll hear—the dollar speaks you see


Men with much dough—comes to ole radio---and lays that dough down

Says if you will play—the songs that we say---we’ll bring more around

We’ll make it worth while—and your boss will smile—raking in the dough

Your listeners won’t care—they’ll buy what they hear—‘cause that’s all they’ll know



REPEAT CHORUS

(c)2009 Everett Adams

Last edited by Everett Adams; 10/03/09 12:03 PM.

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