The sky today looks exactly like the opening credits of The Simpsons. That is always a beautiful sky to see.

We have a fairly new radio station here in LA called Jack FM. I'm appalled at myself for how much I like it. Because they are new, they don't have too many commercials yet, which makes it even better. It replaced one of the AOR stations that had a DJ I liked named Jim Ladd. He sounded like one of those older hippie rock guys, the kind who look like Kris Kristofferson with the silver jewlery and the rugged smile. If he actually looked like that, with his smooth radio voice, he would be Jim Ladd, star of stage and screen. I'm sure he's a 400 pound bald guy. Now an unemployed 400 pound bald guy

What made me wonder about Jim, was a NPR news story that Jack had eaten the oldies station in NYC, the home of Cousin Brucie. Cousin Brucie had been on the air forever, and I'm sure just neded a nudge toward the door to retirement, but it still seems like a sad way to go. Pushed out on a Friday by a new format. Supposedly, the program directors all stayed at the stations or whatever, but as much as I like the music, it truly feels like a "programmed from one studio somewhere" kind of station. No local commercials gives it that feel, I think.