As a long time fan of the Humble & Fred morning show, I was poised to dislike their replacement on my favourite radio station. A quick search of this blog for the term "blundell" gives you an idea as to what I think of The Dean Blundell Show. I've never liked it.
I'm not a fan of his radio show, but Dean Blundell also writes a column for Eye Weekly that I do enjoy. I find his radio persona moronic and insulting yet I find his columns bold and titillating. Earlier this month, he wrote about his wife, and I actually read it out loud to my wife because I couldn't believe the honesty he committed to print. His most recent column for Eye Weekly calls out Toronto radio personalities. He doesn't name names, but most of the identities can be guessed fairly easily. It makes for one hell of an interesting article.
My friend Fred Patterson, one half of the aforementioned Humble & Fred Show, posted Blundell's article on his blog and invited readers to guess who's "the paranoid ageing huckster who's ego is the bruised by years of abuse" and "the guy who tells you how awesome he is before he tells you who he is" and the "guy and gal with fake names who's radio careers have more miles on them than Pamela Anderson's knees". It was a highly entertaining entry, but Fred unpublished it. You'll no longer find it on his site. Apparently, Blundell's article is causing some trouble for Alan Cross and The Edge and Fred didn't want to get in the middle of a shit storm.
As it turns out, Dean Blundell makes a great columnist. There's a guy who seriously needs a blog. I know I'd check in daily to read what he's got to say.
Here's his radio call out:
Things
By Dean from the Dean Blundell Show
RADIO PEOPLE ARE WEIRD.
If you ever run into someone in radio, run away.
I have a list a mile long of ego centric assholes that seem to think because they have a radio show people seem to care about what they think.
There are the easy listening tards with tv commercials showing them cooking breakfast and starting lawnmowers with floppy hooters.
There's the sports guy who has tv commercials telling you “I don't care if you listen” then the tough guy waddles away like a retarded choir boy with a pickle up his ass. REAL cool.
There's a guy and gal with fake names who's radio careers have more miles on them than Pamela Anderson's knees. Oh and it looks like someone put a fire out on her face with a pitchfork.
There's the girl who can't put an intelligent sentence together to save her life and bitches when faced with her own stupidity.
There's the paranoid ageing huckster who's ego is the bruised by years of abuse. Who treats people like shit unless you can do something for him then he'll give you the cheshire cat smile and bellow some fucked up 80's cliche.
There's the guy who smells like rotten shit and the other guys who think theirs doesn't smell.
There's also the guy who tells you how awesome he is before he tells you who he is. He'll give you his credentials before he gives you a handshake and tells everyone what an asshole you are after he told you how nice it was to meet you.
These are not stereotypes. These are actually people I know or have come across in the last seven years of being here. All of these people remind me of used car salesmen and hookers. their reality is based on something that is vastly different then most.
I'll probably get in shit for writing some of this stuff. No Matter. I am just letting you know should you see any of these people or someone like them, run. Run as fast as you can. They may suck the life out of you like a thousand dollar call girl. At least the call girl has an ounce of credibility and self respect.