In the morning, I flip between my radio station presets on the way to work, trying to avoid the "wackypack laugh bunch with bicycle horns and fart jokes" shows. Maybe I'll get some music, I think (I confess to actually enjoying the post-punkdom that the whippersnappers today listen to), or maybe some interesting commentary.

Honestly, I spend most of my time on KFOG, a SF radio station with intelligent, interesting radio personalities who, like me are old and like some classic rock as well as some new stuff. But the other day, I'm switching through to KLLC (Alice Radio), and I stop. The usual co-host of the morning show is recently a dad, and is out. Filling in for him? Kevin Smith. The movie dude. Silent Bob. Kevin Smith. And I couldn't help but wonder if this radio station's demographic even knew who he was, or appreciated his dry, sometimes subtle humor. The usual host isn't my cup of tea, I think, so why would Kevin Freaking Smith be the usual audience's cup of tea? In any case, it was a pleasure to listen to the guy.

And this morning, I do the dial dance, and KLLC has George "P-Funk" Clinton on. Once again, I have to wonder...wouldn't this guy be more of a KFOG-listener guy? Do the 20-something's that listen to KLLC even know who George Clinton is?

(As a side note, I know the Atomic Dog himself is getting up there in years. But holy-moly, how he should be an anti-drug ad. "Just say 'no'?" Some "hobby is my anti-drug?" Puh-lease. How about, "sure, the weed's great and all, but this used to be a clever, funky man. Now he's an old man with a weave who gets distracted mid-sentence and loses his train of thought. Actually, he sometimes lost his train of thought mid-word, and just stopped.)

I guess, for balance, KFOG will invite on Avril Lavigne and Britney, who can talk about their love of farting. (George Clinton, by the way, said Britney was pretty talented, but rationalized it away with "anyone can be pretty good, if they're in the business a few years" or something.)