OK, first of all, YES, I still listen to the radio.
R-A-D-I-O, for you younger readers.
It plays in the car… and on devices we used to call ‘stereos’.
Anyway, I don’t listen to the radio all the time…
For example, now as I write, I am listening to iTunes with my headphones firmly planted. (I’ve got Dan Gibson’s “European Spa” playing… earlier, I was tuned to Tony Vincent’s “In My Head”…)
In my car, I flip around stations or listen to CDs/books on CD.
When I’m in the house, I usually turn on the TV for company.
But, when I’m in the barn, I listen to the same radio station – all the time.
I know every voice, every show host and every advertiser. In fact, I can tell what time it is by what I’m hearing.
I love that!
NOT ANY MORE! Waahhhhhhhh.
I cannot believe that my favorite station went away – and it took my barn rhythm with it!
I’M SO VERKLEMPT!
My barn rhythm is GONE. Without my regular radio station, I’m am simply unable to do my chores correctly. I’m all out of order and forgetful.
It is as if my AutoPilot flew the coop and left a shattered shell of a barn helper.
…trying to do my chores with Current Country in the background.
NOW NOW NOW…
I have nothing against Country.
It just isn’t my station.
You see, listening to the local talk radio station…
(oops, did I just lose half of you when I said “talk radio station”?…)
…yes, the ‘local to my small town’ talk radio station…
kept my mind busy while my body did all the work.
I loooved the easy country charm of the fishing show (I don’t fish), the color of the local news commentary, the sweetness of our regular weather guy who really tries to get it right, the determination of the sports guy to rev us up over local teams, the gusto of the anchor who would really rather be imbibing great wine and golfing, and the soft lilt of the female anchor who loves animals.
I miss them.
They were my friends while I worked. They filled me in on the day’s happenings, told me what to wear and how to drive on the roads… they made me happy and told stories that only local radio could afford.
Where did they go?
Of course, they didn’t leave without notice.
I just didn’t believe them because when I dialed-in their new station, it wasn’t there.
How could they leave me for a station that doesn’t exist?
Except, it did exist… to those who lived in closer.
For me, they vanished.
And, I’m sad.
I cannot even get them in my car.
(It doesn’t help that Scoutypants climbed on my car and ate the antennae… I need to get that fixed…)
And so is my barn groove.
I NEED TO GET A NEW GROOVE
So, I’ve been trying to get into the new Country station.
I’ve learned that they will play 10,000 songs between now and February 1st.
And, they will get a big name DJ in there by February 1st.
I’ve also been able to decipher just about every word to every song, which is a first – except now that I can decipher every word to every song, I now really know when I’ve heard it before.
However, this is good for me because I am one of those people who can never, ever remember words to songs. I mean, I know the song… and I can hum it, but I have no idea of the words.
With my new station, the words are very clear.
I’ve listened to a guy who lost his gal over a fight. I’ve captured the beat of the guy who drinks beer and sits on his hiney. I’ve heard Miranda Lambert (thanks you, THE VOICE, because I know who she is…) talk about disappointing her Mama. And, I have heard several songs with the words, “daisy dukes” which makes me recollect a time when I could wear them…
I’m getting it!
Except, I miss the familiarity of my local friends talking about local stuff.
And, I’m tired of my chores taking twice as long because I keep messing up.
Dawnie needs her groove back.
JUNIOR HAM OPERATOR?
OK, so I think I’m gonna have to go out and get a signal booster and put it on the barn.
Gawd, I feel ridiculous saying that…
But, it’s true.
I guess I’m an old dog.
I want to hear about the weather and the local happenings and the golf and the wine and the sports… just not in songs.
I want to hear real people – talking.
Or maybe I just want company with me in the barn. A nod, a wink, a commentary going on in my head, a one-way conversation that inspires me to think about my surroundings and my day.
I like having my friends prep me for what’s ahead.
I guess I like the old style social media just as much as the new style social media.