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lilad03-blog · 24 days ago

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Will ESPN’s Purchase of WCBS-880 Impact Fordham’s Michael Kay?

Recently it was announced that long-time all-news radio station WCBS 880-AM will become ESPN 880-AM in the New York Tri-State area. How does this impact the potential success for Fordham University graduate Michael Kay (FCRH-Class of 1982)?

Afternoons saw The Michael Kay Show finish 12th for the 4th quarter of 2023 with a 3.6 during the hours of 3:00 pm-6:30 pm. The show produced the same share and ranking as it did during the prior summer.

WFAN ended the year the way it started: on top in the ratings. New York’s leading sports station enjoyed wins across all dayparts as well as year-over-year growth in multiple dayparts according to the latest Nielsen Audio numbers (formerly Arbitron).

“The Fan” also grabbed a 3rd place finish in afternoons thanks to Evan Roberts and Tiki Barber. Evan & Tiki captured a 6.8 share with Men 25-54 for the quarter, up six tenths from the summer book. “Over at 98.7-FM ESPN’s New York station, the 4th quarter 2023 produced mixed results.”

High Island, an uninhabited Island in The Bronx (formerly Shark Island-much cooler name) is the location for 880-AM’s transmitter.

WFUV’s transmitter resides atop Montefiore Medical Center in The Bronx. 28 stories up.

Are Two Heads Better Than One? WFAN Seems To Think So.

On October 7, 1988, at 5:30 pm, WFAN changed frequencies, to replace WNBC at 660 kHz. It had previously broadcast over 1050-AM.

WFAN began to split between AM and FM on November 1, 2012, with the purchase of WRXP (101.9 FM) from Merlin Media for $75 million. It changed its call sign to WFAN-FM. Thus offering listeners their choice on either 660 AM or 101.9 FM.

880-AM is a 50,000 watt “Clear-Channel” radio station.

The 1941 North American Radio Broadcasting Agreement (NARBA) set-up 37 Class I-A frequencies. Nearly all U.S. and Canadian I-As operate at 50,000 watts non-directional. Which can be affected more by atmospheric conditions, mountainous terrain, coastal refraction, and electrical storms.880 WCBS New York I-A

What Does The Addition Of This AM Radio Signal Potentially Mean?

The difference between AM and FM radio signals affects sound quality, performance and broadcast range. FM broadcasting offers higher fidelity with more accurate reproduction of the original program. But AM signals can be heard from further away. (See Addendum below for more information.)

What Constitutes The New York Tri-State Radio Market?

The New York radio market includes: Middlesex-Somerset-Union Monmouth County, NJ Morristown Nassau-Suffolk (Long Island) Fairfield SN-Split County, CT Putnam, Rockland and Westchester Counties, NY.

I live in the Hudson Valley. I can't pick up Kay’s FM radio station very well. Before you ask, nighttime doesn’t help an FM signal carry further.

How Can This Change The Dynamic?

Most AM content are All-News formats, call-in shows and sports. It has long been suggested that All-News does well in NYC because they give midtown traffic updates every 10 minutes. Now ESPN has an AM station in New York. As mentioned above, they have a powerful one.

However, ESPN dropped FM station 98.7 since the 880-AM acquisition. It is now a Top 40 station. Are they forgetting synergy on ESPN? “Kay was disappointed by the news, but radio is in transition.” said Bobby Ciafardini, WFUV Sports Director. “(With) more videos and podcasts and cameras in the studios.”

NEW YORK IS A BASEBALL TOWN

For the past century, New York has been a baseball town. The Fan has been connected with Yankee games on 660-AM for a long time. Will this acquisition, ESPN and by extension, The Michael Kay Show are now connected with the New York Mets radio broadcasts, since 880 is also their home station? ”Michael Kay is on the Mets station, but he is the Yankee announcer.” Ciafardini, who also teaches Sports Journalism in Fordham’s Communication & Media Studies department pointed out.

Time will tell of course. But Mr. Kay, and all the local ESPN radio talk shows have been given an enormous tool. Personally, now I can hear him when I drive to the local store.

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Addendum: More on AM vs FM radio

AM, known as Amplitude Modulation, got here first and used their political and financial muscles to keep FM, or Frequency Modulation, off-of-the-dial..

Note: For some context of how competitive this got, read about the suicide of FM inventory Edwin Howard Armstrong: In late 1933 he was issued other patents for a new radio signaling system which became FM radio. He spent much of his time in court defending himself & suing others over the primacy of his patents. In 1954, after 5 years of legal battles about the FM patent, & after his wife left him in 1953, Armstrong committed suicide.

Eventually FM radio found its place, starting the second half of the 20th Century. The two diverse technologies reshuffled the radio industry. Almost all of the music on radio stations comes from FM stations. While much of the AM offerings provided consist of All-News formats (until recently WCBS-880) call-in shows and sporting events.

For more information read: https://www.diffen.com/difference/AM_vs_FM

Will AM radios go away with Electric Cars?

In an electric vehicle, voltage levels are many times higher than those seen in a gas-powered car or truck. Because of this, AM signals become less effective.

Some electric vehicle (EV) manufacturers are eliminating AM radios from their cars, which government officials fear could put people at risk in an emergency. For example, Tesla ‘s dropping AM radio from its cars.

Why it matters: AM radio is one of the critical ways that federal, state, and local officials communicate with the public during natural disasters and other emergencies. If drivers don't have access, they might miss important safety alerts.

-Kevin Bergin

This article originally appeared on the Fordham University Class of 1980 Facebook site: https://www.facebook.com/groups/537184563628982

#fordhamuniversity #michael kay #tesla cars #AMradio #FMradio #EdwinHowardArmstrong #espn #WFAN #nymets #nyyankees

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CHAPTER SIX (RadioDust)Human au: Anthony and Alastor

8:14 amRadio Station- January 14

“Good morning, New Orleans. We’re back for this morning’s radio broadcast. Ah. Hello, Rosie. Charmed as always to hear you joining us today,” Alastor spoke into his microphone. Alastor Hartfelt, age twenty two, was New Orleans most popular radio broadcaster. Granted the man was asexual, a cannibal, and a hunter, he had a mother who loved him and a loving boyfriend who had just moved down to Lousianna after getting kicked out of his family’s business for “bein’ a faggot”. The don’s words not his or Anthony’s. After Alastor finished with his broadcast, he answered the ringing phone beside him. Smiling, he answered.

“Alastor speaking.”

“Heya, Al!” “Ah! Mon cher, pleasure hearing your voice this lovely morning. Is everything alright?”

“Erm. Kinda? I’m sorta ina situation…” Alastor scowled a little bit and rubbed his eyes from under his glasses.

“What did you do this time?”

“I didn’ do shit! My brotha got ‘imself sorta in a problem… I’m at the station. Can ya come get me, please?”

“...”

“Al?”

“Alright. Alright. I’ll be there shortly. Stay safe. I love you, mon amour.”

“Love ya too, Smiles!”

Alastor groaned as he set the phone on the rotary before he put his waistcoat on, asking Rosie to cover for him before he grabbed his knife, slipping it into his coat pocket and headed out. He always had some sort of weapon on him for various occasions. Whether or not it was intended, he still had a sharp tool on him. It didn’t take him long to walk down to the train station and smile more when he saw Anthony and who he assumed was his brother.

“Al!” He caught the blonde in his arms and spun him around, kissing him gently.

“Hello, Anthony, dear. I am assuming this is your brother, no?”

“Yeah. Sal, this is my man, Alastor. Al, meet my brotha Salvatore." The taller man gave a curt nod to Anthony’s brother and mustered a tight smile.

“Dis the guy you’re datin’, To- Ack!!! Molls! Arthur!” Sal beamed when he was knocked to the ground by his boyfriend and his younger sister, Molly who was Anthony’s twin sister. Alastor cursed in French, checking the time by looking at his pocket watch. Sighing quietly, he rocked impatiently on his heels.

“You alright, Al?” Anthony asked his boyfriend, locking their hands together. The brunette hummed in reply, nodding.

“I’m quite alright, my dear. Hello, Molly. Pleasure to see you again,” he smiled at his lover’s twin sister, arms crossed behind his back. The blonde shared a look with his sister and his brother before shrugging. The siblings talked as Alastor led them towards his and Anthony’s apartment. It wasn’t a long walk as they lived fairly close by but it was also close by the radio station as well. He tipped his hat off to the local baker. Alastor was sort of…. Feared in these parts of Louisiana, partially because he was nicknamed the Radio Host of New Orleans when in reality he was only running a simple radio show with Rosie and from time to time Anthony joined them granted the blonde had his own radio show about his opinions on the clothing options and models that was happening in the current time period. As they walked, Alastor got lost in thought, allowing Anthony to keep his arm around his waist and stay close to his side. He thought about when they first met and how they were here now. He smiled to himself, wrapping an arm around Anthony’s waist himself, keeping the blonde close to his side. He remembered when they first met, which was two years ago. In three days it would mark three years that they’d have been together.

When they first met, it had been a chilly autumn day in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was late August, early September. The leaves were falling and Alastor had been in a good mood, having finished his radio broadcast for the day and had gone out to hunt deer. He had a…. Unique taste for venison, which was deer meat. Had it been a pleasant hunt, capturing his dinner, he’d gone home the long way, thanking Rosie for helping him get the dead deer inside of the apartment complex. As he’d gone out to throw something away behind the apartment complex, he heard pleas for help. Poking his head around the corner, he came across a lovely looking blonde man. No younger than himself mind you. He seemed to pick up on the setting and the situation he was in. Taking his blade out from his ankle, he approached the smaller male and the group of gangsters… And Valentino…

“These men giving you trouble, my dear?” Alastor asked, spinning his knife in his right hand and held out his left for the blonde to take, offering his help towards the sweet seeming man who was on the ground.Anthony, no less than the age of twenty one, had just moved out of the big city and into the bayou, well he moved into New Orleans about a month and a half ago. . He’d been kicked out of the family’s mafia business for “bein’ a fag!” The Don’s words, not his. He didn’t want anything to do with his family anyways, well except for his twin sister and older brother. Their mother had died from cancer when they were only five, making Salvatore eleven at the time, so he didn’t have a motherly figure in the household though Molly, his twin sister, acted like the mother they needed sometimes. He’d moved into Louisiana to hopefully find someone that he could love and hopefully find a job. He’d moved into an apartment (that he hadn’t realised was right across from Alastor’s). All day he’d been looking for a job, finally finding one as a porn star, working for a man who’s name was Valentino. He took it. Whatever he could get his hands on and that would be getting paid. He took it. He was now on his way back home, where he’d suddenly been pushed against the wall by a man who was definitely stronger than he was. He knew he was good looking but he wasn’t a whore. Well…. Okay. Sometimes he dressed like that. He’d been dressed like one after his shift. He was wearing a short skirt, a white and pink striped shirt and was wearing a tan overcoat, and his usual black heels.

“If ya wanna fuck me, I charge for it,” he said and tried to push himself off of the wall and get out of the man’s grasp. He gasped when he was tossed to the ground, feeling like the wind was knocked out of him. He coughed, already having asthma so this made it worse.

“You’re Val’s new employee, aren’t ya?” asked the shorter man of the group. Anthony looked…. Confused?

“Yeah…? What’s it to ya? Like I said, I charge if ya wanna fuc~,” he started, getting cut off when he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and was forced to breathe in red smoke. Valentino.

“Mista Valentino….” The blonde backed against the wall. He was already exhausted granted he only had a twelve hour shift but he’d been at it for what felt like hours. The tan skinned male who stood before him, blew more red smoke towards him. This lasted a few more times, and he didn’t know how much time had passed before he’d jumped nearly a foot in the air when he heard a voice that was unfamiliar beside him. He looked up from where he was on the ground, coughing as Valentino blew more smoke.

“These men giving you trouble, my dear?” Damn, he sounded majestic. He took the offered hand, turning to cough into his arm, finding it difficult to breathe. The man beside him spun his knife.

“You’re in my turf, gentlemen. I suggest you leave. You never know, you could become mine or my dear friend, Rosie’s next meal,” he laughed, finding it amusing that he’d scared the other male. After the group left, he tucked his knife away and placed a gentle hand on Anthony’s shoulder.

“My dear, are you….” He noticed the bruising on his neck and his arms. Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing softly. Anthony looked at him once he got his breathing under control.

“T-Thank you…. Mista…?”

“Alastor, my dear. Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.”

After that day, they talked more and more, eventually Alastor was able to pull a few strings and Anthony was free of Valentino’s grasp. Well. For the time. The two got along well after a few more times and eventually, Alastor finally lost it with what Valentino was making Anthony do, so…. Let’s just say Alastor came home with blood on his hands and that was a long and memorable night for both men.

“Al!” The brunette was pulled back into reality, looking at his beloved. He smiled and squeezed his hand softly.

“You okay, Al? Haven’t seen ya this spaced out in forevah,” Antony smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, beaming brightly. “Molls is gonna stay wit us. You okay with that, babe?”

“Yes, Anthony. I’m quite alright with it. I can get a chance to catch up on my book that you got me for my birthday,” Alastor smiled and kissed the back of his hand as he led the group to his and Anthony’s apartment. Molly beamed and immediately went to the kitchen while her twin brother pulled Alastor towards their bedroom so they could change into something more comfortable. Alastor smiled and allowed himself to be tugged down the hallway. Once they were in their bedroom, he took his shoes off and placed them on the shelf, undoing his bow tie and changed into a red button up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, black slacks and cleaned his glasses off. He caught his boyfriend’s gaze and flushed a little, looking the other way.

“Even when we’re not working, you always look so damn hot!” Anthony whined, sliding a pink t-shirt over his head and kissed Al on his cheek, smiling.

“Thank you for the compliment, Mon ange,” Alastor smiled and gently pulled Anthony into a small kiss, keeping an arm around his waist, keeping him close to his chest. He held the smaller male close to his touch. He gently rubbed his back as he kept his lover close to his chest, idli making out with him. Keeping the kisses simple and loving.

“Mmm…. Al…. We still- Ack! Sal! What t’fuck?!” The two jumped apart when Sal had opened the door to the bedroom and video recorded them.

“What? Can I not have some fun?” Sal retorted, smirking behind the camcorder. Alastor growled a little and backed away from the video camera.

“This face was made for radio, my dear,” he grumbled, softly squeezing Anthony’s hand before he headed downstairs to assist Molly in preparing food. Anthony glared at his brother and his brother’s lover.

“Sal. Don’t fuck dis up. Please. You’re my older brotha,” he said, walking out after stopping the recording and tucked it away in his pocket for now. Sal frowned and sighed softly, knowing he was right. Arthur looked at Sal and gently squeezed his shoulder, kissing his forehead before leading them downstairs to join the others for lunch.

After lunch, Sal and Arthur had left to retire back to their apartment. Molly stayed a while longer, playing with her coffee mug. She watched as Alastor lay on Anthony’s chest, keeping his arms around his waist. Softly humming, Anthony stroked back Al’s hair and softly combed his fingers through his hair.

“You sure you can trust ‘im, Tone?” Molly asked, playing with her bracelets. Anthony looked up at his sister and bit his lip, softly running his fingers through Al’s hair, knowing it helped Al stay asleep.

“Yeah…. I trust him wit’ mah life, Molls…. I know he seems…. Intimidating? He really ain’t, Mol. He’s real sweet…. Takes care of me…. Doesn’t force me ta do shit I don’t want ta do…. Saved me. He saved me, Molls…. Sure he’s a cannibal and a hunter but our family is jacked up so…. Could it get worse? Plus…. He wouldn’t eva hurt me…” he said, looking at Al while he said this and smiled when he saw those red and brown irises stare lovingly at him. He cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently on the mouth. Molly frowned with a small sigh.

“Okay. If he hurts ya or anythin’, I swear to god, Tony….” she said and gave her brother a hug, saying her goodnights to the two before heading out towards her own apartment. Anthony smiled gently and nodded, quietly sighing and shifted so he was laying on his back and Al was on top of him.

“Al?”

“Yes, Mon Cher?”

“You won’t hurt me…. Righ’?”

“If I wanted to, I would have already done so, my sweet angel,” Al said and gently kissed Anthony on his mouth, rubbing his waist gently. Anthony smiled and kissed back softly, keeping his arms around his waist. When a few minutes passed, Alastor crawled off of his lover, extending a hand out for Anthony to take, pulling the blonde to his feet. Dipping him into a kiss, he then led them to the bedroom where they got ready for bed. Anthony smiled a little bit and nodded as he got changed into pink shorts and nothing else. Alastor smiled, getting changed into his usual silk red sleepwear. After the two had changed, they lay in bed together with one of Al’s radio stations playing smooth jazz music.

“G’night, Al,” Anthony whispered, laying on top of the taller male. Alastor smiled and nuzzled their noses together.

“Goodnight, mon ange,” Alastor whispered, spooning the other male, knowing it helped him fall asleep. The two fell asleep comfortably in one another’s arms, safe and content.

9:14 amJanuary 21The following morning, Anthony was the first to wake up. He smelled something being cooked and beamed when he realised it was Al making beignets. He loved it when his boyfriend cooked. Eagerly he stood up and slipped on his robe and headed towards the kitchen, frowning when he only saw… Someone who wasn’t Alastor?

“Who da fuck are you?” he asked, gingerly reaching for the knife that was always kept on the table near the stairs. The woman who was standing in the kitchen, looked over her shoulder. She had long brown and copper hair that was tied back into a french braid. She beamed when she saw Anthony up. She looked older than himself and Al together. Late forties maybe? He couldn’t tell. He blinked; blue eyes meeting brown… Wait. Brown and red. Was this Al’s mom?! He paled and immediately started to ramble in Italian, texting Alastor and panicking.

9:20 am<Tony> AL!?! YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME YOUR MA WAS GONNA BE HERE!!!

9:21 am<Strawberry babe <3>

Ah. You’ve met my mother. I left a note on the nightstand, my dear. I had to go out for a few minutes to get the show going for a few. Ma’s there for a bit until I get back. You two might share a few common traits. I’ll be home soon, darling!

Angel groaned as he read the text from Al and grumbled as he sat down at the kitchen counter, looking up when he was handed a cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like, hun. He told me all about you. Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” the woman laughed and smiled at Anthony as he raised his cup midway to his mouth and took a small sip. He nodded and ran his hands through his unruly blonde hair. He idly played with the rim of his coffee cup, unsure how to start a conversation.

“Anthony, wasn’t it?” The blonde looked up and nodded, shy.

“Yeah... It is... Prob'ly ain't heard a' me cause I moved down from the city ta the bayou... Guess it was a change of scenery but mostly cause o' my pops. Was in the family biz.... Mafia, y'know? We all was. Molls, my twin sister and Sal, my brotha. Ma passed when Mol and I were five, makin' Sal eleven at the time... Sorry. I'm talkin' too much,” Anthony rambled, pushing his hands through his hair again. The woman frowned and set down the utensil she was using and gave him a tight hug.

“I can only imagine, my dear… Ya know… Raisin’ Al wasn’t easy for me nutha. Name’s Maybel by the way. Maybel Heartfelt. As I was sayin’… Alastor don’t like talkin’ ‘bout this but… You been with him long enough… Al’s pa, John. He wasn’t the best to either of us, Al or myself. I don’t know how I put up with such a… A”

“Asshole?”

"Yeah... That. But... He was cold to both of us. Tol Al “don’t say nothin' unless spoken to”... He was a drunk. Took his anger out on me. I had Al's back, did my best to keep him outta trouble…” Maybel told Anthony, telling him about the part of Al’s life that was vulnerable to him. Anthony listened, keen on wanting to know more about his boyfriend. He had barely heard the front door opening but looked over when he heard a pained noise coming from the front door. He looked over and gasped softly, running over. It had been two hours since he had texted Al and he hadn’t gotten anything so, he had definitely known something was up.

“Babe? You alrigh’?” Anthony asked, helping Al sit down on the couch, pointing towards the first aid kit that way Al’s mother could help heal his wounds. Al looked at Anthony and nodded with a small smile.

“I’m alright, my dear. I only took care of a few things… Mainly the ones who keep calling out for you every time we go out and the ridiculous things I’ve heard about- Ah! Mother, ow, ow, ow,” he hissed when the open wound was treated with what he guessed was hydrogen peroxide. Anthony smiled and softly kissed his forehead. “Ya didn’ hafta do tha’.” He smiled and locked their hands together. Alastor shrugged as best as he could, hissing in pain and let his smile falter, tears starting to fall down his cheeks as he allowed his mother to patch his wounds. “Al, bae, what you be doin', baby? 'Cept gettin' shot in the arm. You lucky I can fix you up and it ain't nothin' too bad,” Maybel asked her son, softly kissing his forehead before numbing around the wound and then started stitching him up. The brunette hissed in pain and looked at the floor, wiping his tears with his good hand. He kept a tight squeeze on Anthony and it was clear he was protective of the smaller male. He didn’t want anything happening to him. Anthony softly kissed his cheek as Al explained what had happened when he’d gone out.

***

Around noon, Alastor had told Anthony to dress nice, not saying why, he just told him. Anthony smiled and kissed Al on his cheek before he headed upstairs to get changed. Once he was in their bedroom, he noticed that there was a note, alongside a dress that seemed to be a crimson red and sparkly, laced with pale pink jewels. Anthony squealed with a grin, reading the note first before anything else. Mon, Ange,While I was out earlier, I asked Rosie to… Craft something for you. I hope you enjoy this gift, my dear. Happy anniversary, mon amour.

-Alastor P.S. There’s a pair of heels that match. Look in the closet. Rosie said they should fit. I hope you like it, Anthony, darling. Anthony paled when he read the last line of the note. Fuck. That was today! He completely forgot! He wiped his eyes before he put on the dress and gasped softly. It fit perfectly. He smiled a little to himself in the mirror. He twirled and saw something sparkly in the corner… He broke into a grin as he slipped on the white and pale pink high heels, spinning around and smiling, taking a picture and sending it to his best friend and sister. After he sent it, he sat at his vanity and put on a light layer of makeup before he opened the bedroom door and walked downstairs. He didn’t see Alastor anywhere. However, he jumped a good three inches when he felt arms around his waist. Alastor laughed softly and kissed his shoulder gently, playfully biting on his collarbone gently.

“Jesus, Al!! Next time give a heads up-... Oh my god. You look smoking hot... Al? I-I'm sorry about today... I forgot about our anniversary and I didn't mean to.. I'm such a screw up.. I'm sorry, babe,” Anthony said and looked down at the ground, playing with the strings from the dress sleeves. Alastor hummed thoughtfully, gently stroking his back.

“It’s alright, my dear. You are not a “screw up”. You’re everything far from that. You’re an angel, my darling,” he told him and tilted his head up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was tender and lighthearted. Anthony smiled and held onto him tightly. He smiled as he pulled away, gratefully taking his hand and walked out with him, excited for what the man had in store for them for their special day.

***

As night fell, the two were curled up on the couch, near the fireplace. Al was sipping tea while reading and listening to jazz music. Anthony was laying with his head in his lap, playing with his engagement ring that was sitting on his finger. Snug as could be. He looked at Alastor and smiled, cupping his face with his hand. “Mon cher, I’m trying to read,” Al teased, but set his book aside and looked at Anthony, leaning down to nuzzle their noses together.

“I"I ain't never gonna take it off, Al. That's a guarantee,” Anthony promised, linking their hands together as they shared a kiss together… As if it were their last…

#angel dust #hazbin hotel #radiodust #alastor the radio demon

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