I am a faithful listener of CBC Radio, one & two. This started long ago
when a guy named Lloyd Percival did a program on physical fitness
and strength. I think that is the correct name, but not certain. We are
talking 1965-66, I think. I would have been 13-14 years old. I played
a lot of team sports and could run pretty fast, etc. but this guy was
talking about solitary focus on kinaesthetic experience via the tech-
nology of radio. It was a community of individual introvert home
athletes. That appealed to me greatly. Radio was physical and visceral.

Gradually I found myself trusting news coverage on CBC Radio more
than anything I saw or watched on television. The trance of television
has never felt trustworthy. There is a level of pretending. The folks
who use the programming to sell their commercial products control
the ethical parameters for inducing experience of needing and wanting.

The psychological science of trance induction came from research in
medical psychiatry and brainwave studies in psychology. It was made
available to the producers of television advertising.

I have been furious with CBC Radio in the past few years, in reaction
to the way that television aesthetics have invaded the tradition of
radio journalism. This is not merely a conflict between innovation
and tradition. It is an abandonment of the primary mandate of CBC
as a public broadcaster --- which is to enlighten. To not hustle.

The moral dignity of the corporation has been trivialized and discarded.
Nowhere is this more obvious than in the hiring and promotion of
the "personality" of Jian Ghomeshi. I am sure that in recent years I
written 8 or 10 times to complain about his radio presence. He always
sounded like we should be sorry it was "only" radio, because he is
irrisistable to women. Hell, okay, men too. Too bad this is only radio.

"I'm a celebrity. You're a celebrity. Let's jerk off on the radio! And the
little people will love it." Such a top down delivery. The takeover by
television people became so blatant. He interviewed television
celebrities on the radio. I had to stop listening.

There are other examples, too. Local programming here in Montreal
is a bizarre alternation between wothwhile listening and total garbage.

I have the latest television news package about JG and the sexual
violence accusations, allegations. I have had it on bookmarks list
for several days. I might not watch it at all. It might make me puke.

To say that I am spectacularly disappointed in CBC Radio is a big
understatement.

Here we go again, louder this time. Needy little shit plays loud bass.

Today at street mission where I volunteer we have been making
a stash of good winter boots, specifically for homeless men. We
still have 7 or 8 pair left. We have had just a small amount of
snow so far, so most of the homeless men are still wearing street
shoes or running shoes, or even sandals.

I am accustomed to dealing with needy people. It is a super frustrating
and disappointing thing to have this wealthy neighbour who needs
to play mini concerts on his bass. He has been playing just the past
few minutes. Pathetic, lonely, needy, useless little shit. He is just as
desperate as the homeless man wearing running shoes with his
bare toes sticking out.

He thinks that he is more important than his neighbours. He thinks
that the acoustic space of our building belongs to him. He is behaving
like a fucked up princess.

Wealthy psycho fuckup.

The psycho guitar neighbour is playing a loud concert for
us on his bass right now. This time of year with the decrease
in sunlight, such people become terrified that none of their
neighbours know how important they are. It is a season for
psychotic displays.

I am sure that he feels so uncomfortable in his expensive
soundproof recording studio. He feels lost and claustrophobic.
Stupid litlle man. So needy, so useless, so desperate for
attention. Wealthy, needy glamour people are such a pissoff.

Fuck off, little man.

The idiot neighbour has been playing a tape loop of him
playing exactly the same bass line over & over again
for the past 40 minutes. He may not even be at home.
Sometimes he sets up a drum machine right against the
wall and then goes out for dinner.

There is no other instrument, just the same bass pattern over
and over and over again.

Unhappy little shit. Earlier he was was wall-tapping & banging.
Like he told us long ago - if you call the police it will be war.

Pathetic little shithead plays superloud bass miniconcerts for
us again today. Fucked up princess cannot bear the solitude
of his soundproof studio. Needy, useless pathetic fuckup.

Do you know how much I dislike needy, wealthy glamour
people? His aggression is obvious. Fuck off!

Pathetic little shit plays his bass for us - thinks we don't need
to listen to our own music. We are all supposed to listen to him.
Fucking little moron. Definitely not using his recording studio.
He is afraid of the police, so he plays real loud for just a few
minutes at a time, then comes back even louder.

Stupid little man.

Now playing bass much, much louder.

The idiot guitar neighbour has been playing for the past
30 minutes just below threshold of being a nuisance,
but with little 5 minute loud mini concerts.

He thinks there is something missing in our lives because
we've never heard anyone like him. Pathetic psycho fucked
up princess. Playing loud bass for us.

What's it like to be so needy and so useless? Obnoxious
little shit. He has a soundproof recording studio but chooses
to not play in it.

He is very desperate for attention.

The idiot guitar god neighbour, needy, desperate psycho princess
is playing a concert for us on his loud bass guitar. He is definitely
not playing in his recording studio. He sounds deranged and hostile.

He is a needy, useless little fuckup. So desperate for attention.