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The profile of the new program director Peter Dominowski is, on the other hand, peculiar. And it would be comic if it weren’t so damn sad. Mr. Dominowski emerges as an executive in an Ex-Lax firm dedicated to providing soothing, comfortable, folksy “fun” music to wards of geriatric denizens. And his new head announcer is perfectly typecast: Jay Andres, the Liberace of FM voices. Finally, and most peculiar: Peter Dominowski, soon to program the most famous and distinguished FM station in the world, never once talked about his feelings for music or composers; instead, he gargled about “soothing” listeners, money, and his contempt for PhDs. Is he for real?
Unfortunately, it seems so. Listening to the “new” WFMT, particularly as heralded by the commercials and the new head announcer, it seems brutally obvious that the barbarians are not only inside the city gates, they are enthusiastically wrecking everything in sight, and their bulls are busy doing what bulls do after a big meal. As for the hysterical, vulgar commercials: Why must they all sound like middle-class kids who are about to crash into Dad and Mom’s bedroom and catch them doing it?
