Apparently something changed between then and this past weekend, however. I tuned in during a Sunday afternoon drive, and instead of catching the sort of cuts that make bare bimbos rotate, my ears were filled with soft rock verging on easy listening: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence," the Four Tops' "Ain't No Woman Like the One I Got," Abba's "Take a Chance on Me." (Come to think of it, that last song might actually work in a strip club -- although it would come across like a reference to STDs.) As for the imaging, the snippets I heard were delivered by a barking male voice, not an upscale female one, that made no mention of The Pole whatsoever. Instead, the only name referenced was The Truth, which supposedly delivers a "rock-and-roll attitude" -- a claim substantially undermined at one point when it was immediately followed by Harry Chapin's "Taxi," a number that displays all the rock-and-roll attitude of a knitting circle.
What'll next weekend on The Truth sound like? Hell if I know -- and the folks there probably aren't certain, either.
