Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Radio Stations, And How I'm Slowly Driving My Husband Insane

I have two favorite rock radio stations, neither of which come in well in my town. One gets a good signal if I'm headed north or east, but mixes with a Spanish-speaking station once you get within 10 miles or so of my house. The other I listen to if I'm headed southwest, but it turns classical once you cross the river separating my town from the next. There is a rock station based in my town, but one of the DJs has an extremely annoying voice, so I listen to it only as a last resort. I mean really, if you have an annoying voice, why would you choose a career in radio?

The northeast station has a really good program, called "Acoustic After Dark", that comes on every weeknight at 8pm. Three nights a week I pick my daughter up from karate around this time, so I get to listen to it. The only problem is that in certain areas between our house and the karate studio, the station turns Spanish. Because the Spanish-speaking areas are small, and the car is moving, we'll get songs that sound like this: "...and she's climbing a (female voice singing unrecognizable words to very fast beat) to heaven..." and "...how I wish, how I wish you were (Spanish guy yelling very loudly, I figure probably a car ad because of all the yelling) swimming in a fishbowl, year after year..." I like the acoustic hour enough to put up with this. My daughter finds it humorous, because she takes Spanish in school so she can sometimes understand what new words they're adding to the songs. Hubby, on the other hand, thinks we're both nuts, and looks for opportunities to distract us so he can change the station.

This station also does theme weekends. "Forgotten Favorites" is fun for the first 3 hours or so, but after awhile you realize why some of the songs were forgotten. And when they do the "Eighties from A to Z", I usually switch to the southwest station. I mean, I grew up during the eighties, and I'll admit there were some good rock songs, but not enough to fill a whole weekend.

"...Gimme three steps, give me (a few chords from Beethoven's 5th symphony) baby, give me three steps towards the door..."

Posted by The Gradual Gardener :: 9:02 AM :: 4 Comments:

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