Radio Silence

I don’t listen to the radio.

In fact, I would assume that a majority of Americans no longer listen to the radio, perhaps with the exception of NPR.

However, I say this living in a city that isn’t quite radio friendly. In New York, it’s not like you can carry around a radio with you while riding the subway. Or at least, I assume that the radio waves can’t make down there, considering cell phones can’t.

You can listen to the radio on a podcast, but even then it’s not quite the same. You can’t sift between stations when an ad comes on, and you can’t sing along – which might be the most important part.

When I come to LA, I always forget to bring either an iPod adapter (which I don’t even own, so it’s not that much of a surprise that I would forget it) or some CDs to listen to in the rental car.

This trip I DID bring a CD that I had just purchased at brunch the other day – a NYC band called “Baby Soda” who I simply loved. However, when our car broke down I completely forgot to retrieve the CD and must now call tomorrow to see if they found it. I’ll be quite sad to lose it, and I hadn’t added it to my multiple devices yet.

Either way, LA usually means a lot of listening to terrible radio stations. Honestly, trying to find a radio station you can relate to is like finding a significant other.

You surf through the channels over and over and once you land on one that sounds familiar or interesting, you realize that it’s either just about to end as quickly as it started or it’s in a language you don’t recognize. Then it starts to get boring during the commercials so you give up and start surfing for more. If there was one song on the station that you enjoyed before the commercial break, you try to remember said station to try again later. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.

For the most part, I end up turning the radio off for a while and leave myself with my own thoughts, much like my dating life.

But I like it that way.