In my punk rock early 20s I would have never dreamed that an oldies station would be one of my favorite stations, but so be it. I love this station not only because of the delicious irony of a station whose call letters are«O.D.B.» playing oldies, but because I love oldies– classic rock and pop songs from the 60s and 70s that everyone in the car can, if they are made of the Right Stuff, sing along with, huge goofy grins and all. I mean, come on, this station has multiple blocks of nothing but The Beatles. Yesssssss. Granted the DJs are beyond corny here. Their jokes are so bad that sometimes I feel embarrassed to hear them– and that’s not a cute joke on my part, that’s the truth. Horrible, horrible humor. Granted I’m not in the target audience, but I can’t imagine many people enjoying fumbled pseudo-sexual jokes made by a smooth-voiced oldies dude. Just… shudder. Still, this is one of the three stations I can stand in Columbus and it is fast becoming my second favorite of those three. Definitely worth a listen in my book.