Radio Calypso

I am not into modern dance music that much. Maybe I am too old for it. I happen to love the 1960s and 1970s. The fond memories of my yesteryears.

I was so glad to hear Radio Calypso was back. My music was back at last. But what a disappointment it turned out to be. The Calypso I remembered played great hits constantly. There was hardly a song I didn't know.

This station does not play hits, it plays the same 20 requests from the same 20 people I hear on every other phone-in station. The presenters range from mediocre amateurs who often cannot pronounce the name of a singer or song, to pompous personalities who apparently love the sound of their own voice too much.

For all my years in the audience, I have three questions:

1. What is the point behind pointless phone-ins? Is it that important to hear Lucy tell me she adores the presenter, the station and her granddaughter Priscilla?

2. Why is it that TV personas feel it is not enough seeing them on TV, so they impose their presence on radio as well? Let actors be actors, singers be singers and presenters be presenters.

3. How can a person constantly boasting of so many years of experience feel it is important to waste 15 minutes of my day telling me what's on every newspaper in Malta at noon? Surely, he must realise that I already knew that by then.

Ten points for boring radio.

Please give Calypso back to the professionals who played the hits and loved the music more than their own ego trips.