Moby Quarter

Up until it was time to Get the Led Out tonight, I'd taken the day off of hardcore radio listening. Last night I stayed up way too late and drank way too much (by myself might I add), while listening to Nick Digilio on WGN. Before I finally passed out, I tuned my radio over to WCKG. WCKG at one time could have been considered a decent station, but after a series of multiple management fuck-ups... the only thing left to listen to is Howard in the morning. And who knows how much longer he'll be on the Chicago airwaves?

Anyway... I probably heard some Stern in my sleep, but the first thing I actually remember hearing was Pete McBoring, a bland frat-boy Brandmeier wannabe. When I'm working during the week I make it a mental game to see how long I can listen to 'CKG after Howard signs off. Most the the time I don't make it through McCrappy's lame intros.

So the only radio I listened to today was for just few minutes in the car, and for fuck's sake everyone was playing shit and/or commercials. WXRT to WLUP to B96 to Q101 (which is actually sounding pretty great, save for that thing they call a show in the morning) to scan. I'd usually tune over to WLUW up at Loyola, but the reception sucks in my neighborhood. And don't even suggest WBEZ. That's one of the worst public radio stations I've ever had the misfortune to hear. This American Life is some good shit, but that's the only outstanding show they air.

But I digress again. Seaver didn't give me anything new to complain about tonight. He played the Get the Led Out intro I've already bashed, took a quick call instead of doing his own thing, and then got right to the rock. I must admit that the caller who was getting drunk in his driveway in Northbrook is my kinda guy. I can remember dudes doing that back in my neighborhood when I was little. Through my rose-colored glasses, those were the guys in Dazed and Confused.

The caller dude (I forget his name, but he's definitely a dude) wanted to hear some No Quarter. Nice. My boy JPJ rocked out on that one. Plus, the song is long enough that it gave me time to get out of my car and in front of another radio.

I wasn't going to bring this up, but the next song (Moby Dick) forced me to do so. Remember that Page/Plant debacle from 1994? Yeah, fine... alright. It was pretty badass. But in theory it just pisses my shit off. The named the MTV show and record both No Quarter, which we all know is a JPJ song. And just where was JPJ at the "reunion"? Nowhere to be seen. Fuck you, Jimmy and Robert. While you're at it, cut your hair. You're old and you look like women. Go call David Coverdale or something.

So how about we go back in time and change the name of that shit to Moby Dick? Drag out Jason Bonham (touring now with the -- get this -- Lou Grammless Foreigner!) or some other doofus, and kick off your lame show with a drum solo. Fly a camera across the British countryside while some Bonham inspired jerk plays his song. I don't know... maybe the Zeppelin geeks would call it a tribute. But I know the truth that the whole thing was a scam. And I bought it hook, line and fucking sinker.

Seaver ended the segment with one of my faves, Thank You. A fitting ending to a pretty good edition of Get the Led Out. I criticize, only because I care so much.