When your favourite radio station fires your favourite host, you’re left with a bit of a conundrum: to listen or not to listen?
Whenever I get into my car I immediately reach for the radio. Yesterday I got in and there was a few seconds of pause before I turned it on. Will I put on Z95.3? How will I feel if it’s afternoon and I don’t hear Matty B.? I glanced at my watch: 5:05. Ugh. I reluctantly turned on the radio. The Aussie accent chirped through my speakers and my heart sank. *SNAP* I turned off the radio. My kids raised their eyebrows and looked at me questioningly. I told them “I’m mad at Zed right now so I can’t listen to it.” My 10 year old asked “Why are you mad at them?” and I answered “Because they fired my favourite DJ, Matty B.” “Why did they fire Matty B.?” the eldest asked. I had to think long and hard about my answer…
It’s never been a secret that my favourite station is (was?) Z95.3. I’ve been a big fan of Z95.3 since 2010, or as it was then called, Virgin 95.3. Breakfast with Nat and Drew wooed me to them and the music kept me coming back. The thing that held my attention the most though, was their fun contests and underdog feel – striving to be good without trashing the competition along the way. Not too trendy, not too throw-back, and no holier-than-thou attitude. They’re average. Fair-to-middlin’. They are ME in radio form!
My favourite DJ was Matty B., not just at Zed but across the dials. Sure, I like some other hosts, but there’s something about Matty B. that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Just hearing him laugh could brighten even my bitchiest moments. From the get-go when he started in 2012, he was my all-star!
And now he’s gone. Not GONE gone, just not on-air anymore. Like with any loss, I’m going through stages of grief. There was disbelief (WHAT? It must be a mistake!), then anger (How could Zed DO that? What were they thinking?!) and blame (Is there new management? Who did this?), followed by guilt (Is there something I could’ve done?) and worry (Is he okay?) Now I’m at the acceptance phase (Humph. I’m still mad but I’m trying to move on.)
In order to move on, I must make peace with it. I have to accept it was a business decision and not one based on personal prejudices of people higher up. It wasn’t because Matty B. is gay… was it? Perhaps it was because his ratings were low (No!) or because they needed to make room for someone else (nepotism doesn’t fly anymore, does it?) My brain tells me it was strictly business, but my heart screams I NEED AN EXPLANATION!!!
… so I told my daughter this: radio is a scary business to be in, people come and go. I don’t know why they fired him, but I’m sure they have a good reason. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though.
Every host is probably looking over their shoulder hoping to see the axe before it falls. It’s not a matter of IF, it’s a matter of WHEN. You have to have a thick skin to work in media, so it’s likely Matty B. will pick himself up, brush himself off, and bound into his next adventure like the rock star that he is. I’m so happy we got to have him for as long as we did, and I hope to HELL he gets another job at a local station.
Will I still listen to Zed? Yes. Yes, I will. But first I will pout and lick my wounds for a while. I’m not ready to forgive them just yet.
This is how bad I felt yesterday: I turned on 94.5 when I got home. *gasp*