New York has changed my father

While driving around in my father's F-150, being forced to listen to the radio by what must be one of man's least effective in-dash CD players (there's actually no CD slot in-dash, only a 6 CD changer behind the driver's seat in a cubby that is currently covered in tools), I found out that the first programmed radio station is not the local oldies station (like it used to be), but the much more "urban" hip-hop station. This baffles me.