Three Rounds Toe to Toe
FMQB April 2005
John Silliman Dodge
I recently saw Million Dollar Baby starring Clint Eastwood,
Hilary Swank and Morgan Freeman, a superb movie which really isn’t
about boxing at all but uses boxing as a metaphor for the larger struggles
and the quest for glory we all go through. Now I’m in a boxing
metaphor kind of mood and ready for a vigorous debate. Want to go
three rounds toe to toe just for the fun of it? Good. You take the
part of terrestrial radio and I’ll be satellite radio. Ready?
Ding goes the bell.
I come out swinging: Look at how much media attention
and Wall Street money I’m getting. You counter with: So what,
I have something called cash flow. Heard of it? I say: Your flow is
going downhill and your stock is slowly sinking. And you say: Not
sinking, just temporarily flat. At least I’ll still be in business
in five years. And I say: I’ll be in big business five years
from now. Much bigger business than even I boast about today. You
should be quaking in your boxing boots. And you say, You don’t
frighten me, Satellite Boy. If television didn’t knock me out,
you won’t knock me out. And I say, I’m not trying to knock
you out. I need you up and staggering so I can use you to differentiate
my product. You say, What do you mean by that? I say, As long as you
play a short and safe playlist and frequently interrupt it with a
long string of irritating messages, I’ve got something to program
against. I have a real point of difference with the customer. I’m
the alternative. You respond, Yeah but don’t forget the most
important differentiator: I’m free. I jab back, What you offer
for free isn’t worth it anymore. You only feel like free. You
cost me in the precious time I lose listening to you. You say, You’re
like a fly speck on the ratings. One of my middle market morning shows
gets more listeners than your whole set of channels. I say, Remember
Wayne Gretsky’s great saying about hockey? ‘Don’t
skate to where the puck is, skate to where the puck’s going.’
And you say, So where the puck are you skating to, exactly? And I
say, Toward a higher quality product…more formats, more depth,
more attention paid to detail, more real personality from the talent,
a more engaging experience all around. A product so good people will
pay for it. You almost get in one more punch, but “ding”
goes the bell for Round One.
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You’re spitting into the can during the break
and your trainer is in your face saying, Give him the line about the
Internet. Then follow up with the one about satellite radio being
talent who can’t make it on real radio. He touches up that nasty
little cut you got from my “product so good people will pay
for it” line and you grunt and nod as they put the tooth thing
back into your mouth and the bell goes off for Round Two.
You don’t waste any time—you charge right
at me and say, You just wait, once wireless Internet is everywhere,
the Web will take you out with music superstations from all over the
world. I push back: Thee and me, brother. But between now and then,
you just watch me make a billion dollars going slowly out of business.
Remember, all I have to do is fight long enough to last another round,
which means a buy-out or consolidation or some morphing into the next
stage. Meanwhile I’ll just pop-pop-pop-pop…slowly wear
you down. Bleed off your listeners. The music lovers are already gone.
You say, Underestimate me at your peril, punk. Every time I’ve
gotten into serious trouble, I’ve gotten out by innovating.
I say, Maybe I have underestimated you. But your history shows me
it doesn’t pay to overestimate you. I mean come on, how long
did you think it would take for people to notice how seriously you
compromised your product quality by playing six, eight, nine commercials
in a row? How long do you think it will take to fix the damage with
your too little too late “Less is More” campaign? You
say…well… you don’t have time to say anything because
once again, you’re saved by the bell. End of Round Two.
Back in your corner you have two trainers working on
you now. One guy is barking instructions while the other guy is patching
up your increasing number of cuts. They say, Keep your hands up, will
you? You’re dropping your hands. Protect yourself! Every time
Mister Pay Radio says something even close to being true, you go blank
long enough for him to reload and throw the next punch. Will you just
focus on the basics? And you say, I’m spinning just a bit now.
Tell me again, just what are the basics? Your trainer looks at you
with that combination of love and fury common to parents everywhere
and says: Know your audience and give them exactly what they want.
You say, That’s it? You mean that’s all there is to it?
Your trainer nods and says, Snap out of it, son. The next round is
yours. Go in there and show that upstart what you got.
Round Three opens and you waste no time. You pop a shot
that makes me go down on one knee. Bam! You guys are spending money
like drunken sailors. Last time I saw expenses get this far out in
front of income, we had a market crash. Do the words “Dot Bomb”
ring a bell? There’s nothing I can say to that because it’s
true. Satellite’s customer acquisition costs are stratospheric,
much more than they can earn back over the lifetime of the subscriber.
That doesn’t look good long term. But I do manage this: What,
you think Wall Street is stupid? All these triple MBA stock boys and
girls just following the story of the day? They must see something
in satellite radio that your legendary 90-day vision can’t see.
You counter with, I can read a balance sheet, bucko. At some point
when they figure out that you can’t turn a profit until 2020,
The Street is gonna turn off the cash spigot. Meanwhile my business
cranks out cash quarter after quarter. I say, Yeah maybe, but I’m
the sexy one. You say, Flavor of the month is what you are. Wireless
Web will take you out. iPods will take you out. Freaking cell phones
will take you out. Now I’m the one that’s spinning. Good
thing I don’t have to respond to those punches because just
then the bell rings the end of Round Three and the match.
So, that was a fun exercise, wasn’t it? Win, lose,
draw, what do you think? Before our fighters head for the showers
and the crowd heads for the bar, let’s review the match. We’re
in the early rounds of this dance for dominance between terrestrial
and satellite radio. The winner won’t be known for sometime,
if there is ever a clear winner at all. Digital has changed everything
and new players are coming out of the woodwork. It’s not like
any one of these alternatives is going to take us out. There are no
extinction events on radio’s horizon, no incoming comets. It’s
just a question of how many arrows in the shoulder we can take. Satellite
radio is a big thing, closing in fast on five million subscribers
between the two companies. If they get one or two more major talent
defections, we’ll see a rush to satellite like we’ve not
yet seen. And where the talent goes, where the great programming goes,
the listeners go. Never forget that. 18-34 men are making the shift
to satellite in big numbers. People 35+ only have to buy their next
car. Contrary to any radio-sponsored rumor campaign, there is no trouble
with satellite re-enrollment when the trial offers expire. Once people
get used to 120+ channels of music, news, sports and entertainment,
all digital coast to coast and commercial free, they kinda like it.
They think it’s the future.
One parting shot about the future: it always takes longer
to arrive than we think it will. But once it gets here, it’s
even bigger than we imagined. This means we still have a bit of time.
Good thing because we have a lot of work to do. There’s only
one way out of this battle—we program our way out. We remember
what the trainer told our fighter about the basics: Know your audience
and give them exactly what they want.