It’s obvious that rock radio has been suffering from some kind of formulaic-playlist syndrome over the past 10 years. The feeling that you had the first time you heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” or “Roxanne” or “Smells Like Teen Spirit” - that’s what radio is for. Radio should not be warm milk. It should be moonshine. But for the last fucking time: Rock & Roll doesn’t need to be saved. It’s alive and well, thank you very much