It’s ironic, the older I get the less I listen to music in my vehicle. It used to be that music ruled in my vehicle. Nope, no more Eminem and Motorhead for me. And a lot less Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw.
Now, it’s talk radio. Talk radio rules the day.
I have my favourite hosts and make a concerted effort to listen in when I can. My kids, get in the vehicle and make that screwed up face when they hear it. “Dad, what in the heck is this?” is a familiar refrain. I just look at them with that “you wouldn’t get it” look and they simply return it with that “you just don’t get it” look.
The even greater irony is my opinion of youngsters with their music cranked in their car. I look at them and think......what an idiot. You look like a goof. However.....
When I was 16 with my 1974 Pontiac Lemans, I had a 200 watt equalizer amp and 4 killer speakers. It would really crank. And a tour through town, with the music cranked was commonplace. No talk radio for me. George Thorogood, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Nazareth, Black Sabbath…yup I had ‘em all. (on cassette, mind you)
And I looked like a goof. But I really didn’t care about what other people thought.
Now, I listen to talk radio because I really care about other people’s thoughts.
Darn, radio is just full of irony isn't it?
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