Once upon a time in radio land (at least in the Philippines) no talent was allowed on the air without being subjected to at least six months of training. This included the stereotypical duties relegated to trainees: the fetching of coffee; the fast food runs (or deliveries for breakfast/lunch/dinner); the categorizing of music; the writing of ad libs, the practicing of said ad libs; the graveyard spinning of 8 tracks (gawd, what are those?!), records (actual vinyl!), CDs, and eventually hard drives. All before even standing near an open mic.
Nowadays, jocks in the Philippines are hired on the basis of their pedigree, i.e. what developed country they’re from that gave them their twang and what face value they have to contribute to the station that is hiring them.Ooh. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to bite my tongue and hold that thought for a minute.
