Somebody Hijacked My Radio Station
Driving home the other night, I was desperately in need of unwinding to the classic rock tunes I’m so used to on one my favorite “Classic Rock” radio stations. The day had been insane, as most of my days seem to be lately. It was a really dark, cold night and as I waited for the heat to come up in the car and seat to heat, I flipped on the radio.
Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick In The Wall” was more than half way through. Not my favorite PF tune, but I kept listening. The final words of the song just barely ended, “How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat!” and then…..”Doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot…”
“There’s a port…on a western bay…”
Not that it’s a terribly awful song. It’s just…Brandy???
This was about the fourth time this had happened to me. Probably on this same station have I heard these two songs play, back to back. I was stunned, so stunned that I listened to the entire song while pulling out my cell phone and recording a note to remind myself to write this blog entry.
I needed to hear what played next. I started imagining a rogue DJ barricading himself in the booth and laughing maniacally as he played…what do you even call that? Easy listening? I don’t know.
Then came ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man”. Okay, better. I think. At least it involved guitars. And I thought, good, we’re getting back on track here. But then came a song whose title I didn’t even know. I had to use Shazam to find it.
“December 1963” by…wait for it…Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons. What??
The rogue DJ has the real DJ hostage, tied to a chair with duct tape. It was either that or the universe was trying to send me a message, albeit a very muddled one. After that it was “Another One Bites The Dust” by Queen and “Revolution” by the Beatles.
At this point I pulled into my driveway and shut off the radio. I felt confused, in the grip of musical vertigo. When had the powers that be changed the definition of classic rock? And if there is a message, it alludes me. I’ll just keep listening to the music. What else can I do?
Brandy, you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you would be!……