No Soap, Radio

[rickps]

Some people work best in a quiet room.  No distractions, nothing to pull their attention.  They can focus on business and be brilliant.  I'm not one of them.  In my world, silence is death.  The hum of an airplane's jet engines is a lullaby.  A TV playing in the background is akin to a warm crackling fire.  In the office, it's a softly playing radio.  Classical music.  Minimum commercials, none at all if possible.  I’m an easy target as my ears never seem to tire of the classical "warhorses".

Living down here in the bottom left hand corner of the US, classical music radio stations are in short supply.  No, correct that, there's one station, that's it.  No options, live with it.  It's a schizoid little public radio station that straddles the border between the US and Mexico.  In an effort to appeal to all, they alternate from English to Spanish when introducing musical selections.  I have to say that you haven't lived until you've heard Tchaikovsky's Capriccio Italienne pronounced in Spanish.

And so, the other day when static replaced the spot on the dial where my little classical companion resides, I was bereft.  Silence (well, except for the regular bitching by my project's administrative assistant).  No recorded announcement explaining the outage.  Nothing.  Nada.

Two days later, my classical buddy was back!  You'd think that they'd broadcast a "sorry listeners, a hamster died and we couldn't transmit" statement.  Same multilingual selection introductions.  You have to wonder if they just assume that nobody would notice their absence.  Well, I did.