Sep 27, 2009
Notes
Notes
Radio, Radio
So, I was driving someone else’s car. My car’s rigged up with so many gizmos and doodads that when I’m in someone else’s car, I don’t have any of my music. Since this car didn’t have any of my futuristic gear installed, I decided to switch on the radio.
First: advertisements (because what is radio if not a series of ads with songs interspersed between them?). Then: Rapture, by Blondie — not bad. Next: some song by Nickelback.
Time between me flipping the switch and me not liking what I heard on the radio: approximately five and a half minutes. Oh, I remember now — that’s why I don’t listen to the radio.
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