A STRIKINGLY AVERAGE CLASSIC ROCK RADIO STATION
If you're looking for a clever station bio, you're not going to find one here. Our backstory is about as interesting as an egg salad sandwich. We're unexceptional. But isn't that what you've really been looking for all along? Something with a matte finish? Something brutally ordinary? Naturally.
We're the cotton briefs of internet radio, an admittedly uninventive bunch. We use the same simple ingredients the other stations use to bake their cakes. That's why our cake tastes a lot like their cake. And that's not all. In addition to sounding criminally similar, Cincinnati classic rock radio stations have a tendency to make bold statements about their imagined greatness. Well, we've got some pretty bold statements of our own to make, mister.
Behold:
- We're handsome. The others, truth be told, are an unspeakably hideous lot
- We come with a warning label. Anything that warns you up front is almost always worth monkeying around with
- Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!
- We won't waste your valuable time by steering you to a stupid Facebook page. You probably already know what the business end of a horribly defiled Port-O-Let® looks and smells like anyway. Why subject you to another?
- We play stuff
Underwhelmed? Of course, you are. But, you know what? You're no worse for wear. Celebrate. Grab yourself a sack of Crunchy Flamin' Hot Cheetos®, compliment those beautifully crafted lumps of cadmium orange bliss with a pint of inexpensive vodka, and enjoy this mindlessness while you still can. 'Cuz like everything else in life, we're a flash in the pan.
