With a little shame (only slightly) I confess I had never seen the Chronicles of the Last DJ Adrian McYorian. Last night I was torn between a phone call to a woman and sit through the episodes of the show web McYorian and - as is evident - I chose the second option.
I make music but I studied media and the two dreams I had with one of my best friends from school days were forming a band and be DJs on FM. Santiago was sorry to assemble the band and although never studied CS & P was measured at the microphone. Over the years, with two albums in tow I realized that the struggle of the music and radio in Colombia will be a pod of long-term and both in a field as in the other tend to be minority or irrelevant for the mass saleswoman pattern.
Far from being disillusioned and think that rock and pop - as well as the good DJs - will disappear, the chronicles of McYorian made me smile and I saw the glass half full.
Glad think there are people fighting the monster from within, as there are types McYorian as Alejo Marin, as Alvaro Uribe (the DJ, not our president transthoracic), as the Prof and the remarkable and enduring Manolo Bellon, that searched for ways to keep our ears clean and onlookers.
Automation, robotics, the payolización and efficient reduction of costs in the radio can only be stopped by real DJs and these DJs have only one thing nobody else has in this beloved medium in danger of extinction: Criterion.
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