When I was eleven years old, I won the OK Soda prize pack for the Top Nine at Nine competition. After the top nine songs of the day were played, the lines were opened and you could call in and if you knew all the songs and artists, you'd win some sort of exciting bounty.
The night I won, it was completely dark out and my mom was driving my brother and I home after taekwondo (yes, I'm excessively tough). I used her mammoth cell phone to call in, and I got through. After providing all of the correct names, I learned from the DJ that I was a winner! I was so proud!
So my nostalgia with C100 is obviously very tangible, but that's about as far as my attachment goes these days. C100 has lost the thrill for me. Their song choices are mediocre (Hedley, Nickleback, etc.) and it just doesn't seem like they have much of a vision. They play a diverse assortment of tunes, but I need some sort of mission statement and "today's best music" isn't going to cut it, because well, it's a lie.
I guess hearing the Black Eyed Peas packed between Faber Drive and some other crappy band isn't my idea of good listening. But alas, the beauty of radio. You can turn the dial, or press a button, and free yourself from the clutches of bad music. I guess maybe C100 hasn't changed all that much, and really, it's me. I'll remember you fondly sweet station: Backstreet Boys, Boys to Men, The Cardigans and all... read more