I took my car to get its emissions test today. It failed. It was hilariously frusterating. As I drove home listening music, I was thinking about how the radio is dead.
Well not completely dead. Dying, I guess would be a better term. Probably close to its last gasps.
I have long complained about the Top 40 hits stations. The stations where I can turn off my radio, get out of my car, leave for 3 hours, get back in my car, turn the radio back on, and the same Pitbull song will be playing. And I don't understand a word he says so its twice as annoying. I assume the majority of it is him saying stuff like, "Lets Go," "Yeah," and "Ooh Baby" in Spanish. But I'm not linguist, so I could be wrong.
Anywho, the point is that now this is even spreading to the "good" radio stations, the ones that don't play the continuous cycle of music by the aforementioned Latin American gentleman, Rihanna, Drake, Taylor Swift, etc . . .
Today, in my 20 minute drive, I heard "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men three times on three of the more obscure radio stations. And I heard "Home" by Edwin Sharpre and the Magnetic Zeros twice. Come on. Edwin Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros? That name is way to weird for that song to be that popular. It makes no sense. And yet, the radio is beating this music into our heads. And its good music, or at least I think its alright. But its on the road to ruin, just like Gotye's "Somebody that I used to Know." How sick of that was everyone after two months?
But then something magical happened.
An acoustic cover of "Boyz in da Hood" came on.
And all was right with the world.