The bumper song, "Do you know where you're going to" is for young people. It is ridiculous to play that song for people over 50 which is a huge part of his demographic. And I do take it personally. I once emailed him that it had been a favorite song when I was young. YOUNG. Not, now, 30 years later.
"Do you know where you're going to?" You know where we're going, Snorway? Hospice. I spent my day with someone who is dying. And I'm not much younger than her, you fucking God-damned asshole. I was going to apologize for telling you to go to Hell last week but after this sick song I no longer feel apologetic. Your bumper song is from a show where humans were painfully hungry! Not something one wants to remember especially with homelessness rampant. Kind of hard to cook without a stove. You are a horrible, horrible, inconsiderate, insensitive, nervous, peculiar person. The best words you say are the ones that put me to sleep while you just keep on talking for 4 hours. BEST SLEEP EVER.
"Do you know where you're going to?" How about where your sister already went? Where all my loved ones went, and kind of recently? How about that. Is that what you are trying to remind every listening over 50? To the grave. Thanks for reminding us. Just keep pushing me away with your inconsiderate outdated input. I grew up but you didn't. One of my friends is dying right now and you know it - I told you she is on hospice so you're being very inconsiderate. Why can't you be a sweetheart & help listeners enjoy what time they have left as well as reduce tension and relaxing us instead of reminding us we have one foot in the grave and have already suffered many losses and griefs, with ultimate ones right around the corner.
"Do you liiiiike the things that life is showing you?" Don't you know people over 50 look back on their life and start to develop satisfaction or despair. Why take a chance on messing with their recipe? I would think you would want to stay out of that phase of listeners' self-development. Oh sure, I loved that devastating real estate sale, the loss of paradise. The foreclosure elsewhere was a bowl of cherries. And not having a son to work around here or a daughter to share with. I just love that my family sucks - you know what. I saw a very attractive man in a pickup truck tonight. He had a nice demeanor. I bet he would never play such a horrible song for an older audience. And a younger audience doesn't want to hear it; they've never even heard of it. And pick-up trucks can haul stuff, too. Which seems to be more than you can do.