I would love to gather all of the music directors of so-called Classic Rock radio stations in the Roman Coliseum and turn the lions loose. I was around long before the term Classic Rock was even phrased and as big a fan of rock radio as there was and I learned to hate everything radio tried to do after big money came in with all of their ideas to make radio “better.” I suffered through a number of formats from the time of “Boss” radio to the present, the only one being worth a shit (to my mind) being Underground. Ah, the days of underground. I remember returning from the Army to Eugene and radio station KZEL and being floored with evening sets by The Wasted Potato (I think his name was Gary Parmentier) like War/Four Cornered Room, The Temptations/Masterpiece, and Funkadelic/Maggot Brain, back-to-back-to-back.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 