Talk

 I hesitate to join those CBC thumpers who have sprung up since the Corp's foolish reprograming. And yet my patience is at an end in one particular: CBC people talk too much.

The chatter between the music may be all right for the terminally bored, but not for me. I like to read while I listen to music and there was a time when I could turn on the CBC in the morning and turn it off at night with a couple of books in between.

Now, for some reason, there seems to be more pointless talk in each program. One of the glories of CBC radio was no commercials. Shows like Jurgen Goff had just about the right pattern: brief commentary and a variety of music. As yet there are no radio commercials. But instead of reading ads, the hosts and hostesses blather commercials about the CBC and I swear it takes the same amount of time as private station ads. I would rather not hear about the marvellous new program next week which features drumming on termite-hollowed logs. Or a long and detailed history of the my favourite jazz. Just name it and play it, for goodness sake.

In any case, it always takes a CBC blatherer much longer to tell you what he thinks than what he knows.

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