Score One for WAMU
When WETA up and stabbed its listeners in the back, I was despondent. Where was I going to get my morning dose of Garrison Keillor? Where was I going to hear Car Talk on the weekend? It was looking pretty dire out there for NPR fans in DC. But then, usually hapless WAMU made the best decision of their entire 45-year history and decided to completely revamp their schedule in an effort to capture the now-disenfranchised WETA listener. Prairie Home Companion continued without interruption as that was the first show they picked up after WETA got done eviscerating their former listeners.
They’ve killed the reruns of Kojo and Diane, replacing them with On Point with Tom Ashbrook (who I dislike, but at least he has good guests!) and The World from PRI, which I enjoy a good deal. Now, I don’t really like Kojo or Diane, but as a friend explained at lunch on Friday, while pointing his fork at me in a threatening manner, no one fucks with those two. So, fair enough, well done WAMU, way to adapt to a changing marketplace to snare new listeners. Yeah, it’s pledge week, and they’re looking for some cash, but I’m happy to pledge them $50 in exchange for acting to capture the lost listener base from WETA.
How can you not enjoy Kojo’s Tech Tuesdays?!?!
Have you tried the NPR Podcasts?
Doug, I’ve never really gotten into the podcast thing, I just can’t make it work with my lifestyle.
Many listeners felt stabbed in the back when WETA ditched classical in the previous format change.
I will be much, much happier if they also pick up news programming on Sundays — I want my Weekend Edition – Sunday! (Without logging into Chicago Public Radio online, that is…)
Bitches killed American Roots! Oh well, I guess the folk show in its place is supposed to be similar. And I’m a freeloader at present so I guess I can shut it.
Writer’s Almanac is on about 3 minutes after my alarm goes off. It’s a pretty good way to wake up.
Yeah, I like Writers Almanac, except that Garrison Keillor’s voice puts me right back to sleep. :) He’s so damn soothing.
On Sunday mornings, I’m a particular fan of Stained Glass Bluegrass. There will be no ditching of my Sunday morning music. Or I’ll cry.