Lately I have been thinking about how hard things can be. In my own life: conflict at work, trouble at home, the opacity of romance. The tendency to stare at a bunch of asparagus and be baffled, overwhelmed, by the prospect of putting them together in some kind of meal in which the reedy old rods are made edible. This after a long day of being told to “shut the fuck up” and “highly ineffective” and “many reminders” and “per union regulations”.
I for realz love the radio. If I had a car I would drive it just to be in the presence of FM and, sometimes, AM. I would probably get a secondary device to lend an ear, as needed, to police dispatches because that’s good too. I love talk radio, especially when it gets crazy in the middle of our country, and I can get it on with HOT97. I have been more than a little concerned about the welfare of some of their hosts.