The End. Of "The End." The. End.

"This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end"

I'm a bit late to the party, but as of April 21, 2010, 101.9 The End is no more. It was the one good radio station in Utah, and now it's playing DJ-less, 90's music. Instead of "Today's Hits, Yesterday's Favorites" as it used to. No more Chunga in the morning. How am I going to stay awake driving to work? Now, instead of complaining that he's not funny anymore, I have to complain that he's not on the air anymore. It's difficult for me.

I wrote about The End previously here and here (not here). Dear End, without whom I never would have been on the radio or heard of the bands O.A.R. or Thriving Ivory, and several others. I wouldn't have the funny memories of driving to Nephi, Heber, or (heaven forbid) Tooele while a carpet cleaner with Chunga to keep me entertained and awake.

Also, how am I supposed to keep up to track with what the kids are listening to nowadays? Watch "The Hills"? I mean MTV? Before I could listen to The End, hear the good stuff from the past, and get up to what the new singles and hits are. Now it just plays stuff from the 90's. It's as if the powers that be are deliberately trying to make me older. Is this what those of you who grew up in the 70's felt when they termed your music "Classic Rock"? Or those who grew up earlier than that, when they termed your music "Old people music"? That's gotta sting.

Now I listen to Beatles CDs, mixes I made, and get my news from The Soup or whatever issue of People is currently in my in-laws bathroom. Why me?

What are you listening to?

Any suggestions for me? (Besides get over it, how about all the poor pseudo-celebrities and radio people out of a job? Ever think of them? You make me sick.)

Would you like me to blog about anything else in particular? Like this wacky weather? What happened to Spring? Did my cacophonous complaining create some type of weird weather warping vicious voodoo vortex that destructively demolished Spring and brought malevolent mid-summer in frighteningly fast full force? Not that I'm complaining. I can wear my sandals much easier now that it's hot outside. Sandals and snow don't mix.