I
don’t mind driving. I don’t even mind sitting in mild traffic every day – and not
so mild traffic every other day. All thanks to my car radio. But then I was
forced to go without my car radio for about two weeks when it was stolen.
(GASP!)
So
while I was driving in utter silence with just my random thoughts and that
creepy guy in the car next to me to keep me company, I got to thinking about
different radio stations.
I
came to the realisation that apart from my chosen breakfast show, with Gareth
Cliff, I usually just frantically flip through stations looking for the one
that’s playing a bearable (or hopefully bop-along-to-the-beat) song at that
exact moment. I can listen to Gareth’s conversations in the morning, because
they’re interesting and he actually has something meaningful to add. And he has
frequent musical intermissions.
But
then you get those DJs who talk on forever and ever (to themselves essentially),
about something that doesn’t really interest anyone. And you can just hear how
much they love the sound of their own voice! And that, quite sadly, includes
most DJs out in the world.
I
read a profound status on Facebook the other day, “Listen to DJs who love music
more than they love the sound of their own voice.” I agree with that. I would
just add a part in there about listening to DJs who have valuable insights to
pass on to you.
Then,
while in silent traffic one day, I tried to imagine my perfect kind of radio
station and I immediately thought of pirate stations. They’re illicit, fun and
meaningful – you feel like you’re part of something big just by listening to
them. We all have an inner rebel-child just waiting for the right opportunity
to show face, right?
I
guess there are different types of pirate stations, but when I think pirate
radio station, I think of the movie “The Boat that Rocked” and I get this
burning desire to be part of something like that. “Radio Rock” with its crew of
quirky DJs captured my heart. As they broadcast from a ship floating in the
international waters of the North Sea, the British government on their trail,
trying to shut them down. And of course they’re in the 1960’s, so they’re
playing the kind of music I enjoy thanks to my dad’s collection of tapes he
recorded from an old record player.
On air. Off
shore. Out of control.
That’s
the kind of station I want to listen to.
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