I turned on the internet radio to WBWC for ten minutes today. It began with an advertisement for Nelly’s Cage Free Eggs- I knew I was in for a treat. Then, the Dj played a 2007 throwback of a song “Kamakazie.” I didn’t hear the artist name because he talked way too fast- This meant I didn’t hear the title of the next song.
And I absolutely did not care for the next song. I almost shut off the radio, in fact. It was shallow, compressed, and felt like a musical flurry of punches towards my attention, each of them missing. Is this what people listen to? (I sound like an old man)
There was a sigh of relief at the sound of a news announcement, something about the DOW Jones. Oh well, ten minutes were up.
What’s frightening is not how the content of the certain was in poor taste, but how quick I was to instinctively change it. I had no patience for it whatsoever while actively listening. Huh.
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