Meg Griffin's Sirius Disorder - Channel 24 on your Sirius Satellite radio dial - is so damn wonderful, I can't help thinking that somebody is going to yank it off the air at any second.
Any radio station that can play and mix up such astonishingly great and diverse music (from Conjunto Tipico Ladi's “Un Jibaro en Nueva York” to Debussy's "Danses Sacrée et Profane" to an absurdist cover of "Tighten Up" by the Yellow Magic Orchestra) sounds like it has to be at death's door.
Why? Because musical variety in a station's play list is "commercial suicide", and because "free form" radio has been dead for so long. (The great WFMU, of course, excepted. Though I prefer Sirius Disorder more cause the deejays there have less to prove than the usual 'FMU jock, who's usually trying too hard to play stuff that's WEIRD and "so bad it's good" and hipper-than-thou.)
It's been decades since music programmers like Lee Abrams* made sure that lowly commercial FM deejays would nevermore choose their own playlists. (Did you ever see the movie FM? Sundance has been showing it recently. It seems so quaint now - to think that the jocks of a commercial FM station would ever make a stand against corporate control. Those were different times, as Lou Reed would say.)
God Bless Meg Griffin and God Bless Sirius Disorder. Maybe I can get used to the fact that they exist. But a radio station that good has to be doomed... doesn't it?
* who, ironically enough, now programs XM, Sirius's competitor...