Remember when you watched public television because they didn’t have commercials?
Remember when everyone drank free water from the tap?
Remember predictions of every home having a computer and wondering what you would do with one? Keep recipes on file?
We may be adding remember free radio to that list in the future.
Our new car came with satellite radio. It has a cute little fin above the rear window that is the antenna. A three month free trial subscription to Sirius-XM radio came with the car. I eyed this suspiciously. A distraction. I am the primary driver of the car, but figured my husband would have that and his new portable GPS taking his eyes off the road, not to mention the car doesn’t have a cigarette lighter so now he uses both hands to light his cigarette while he drives the car. How long do you think we will keep this car wrinkle free?
I am a nag. I admit it. I frequently remind him it is the family who decides how long your keep your keys and license as you age. Yesterday I ran local errands and found myself constantly fiddling with the radio myself. So many choices. My keys may be the first to be confiscated. I found a favorite station and hate to admit what it is. SBXM Café. Spelled out, that is “Starbucks Café”. It is under the rock genre and plays a nice variety of newer bluesy, folksy music, but liking Starbucks Cafe puts me in the league with soccer mom minivan drivers.
We found Bob Dylan’s radio show on XM last week. It is called Theme Time Radio Hour and we loved it. I am “from the 60’s” and grew up listening to him through the acoustic years to the electrified sound to the garbled, mumbled years when he was seriously drunk and drugged. Liked him through all that. Now he is sober and still charming and cool. Using the word “cool” certainly dates me, but he is. His voice is clearer now that he is abstaining. You can understand what he says. It is how he says it that still wins my heart. He has a voice like a graded gravel road and the cadence still resembles that from “Every---body-—must—get—stoned!”
He was Bobby Zimmerman when he grew up in Hibbing, MN. He started his music career singing in coffee houses near the U of MN. I think my sister saw him at The Scholar in the very early 60’s. He was a folk hero until he plugged in his guitar.
Bob Dylan. Hipster and durable musician. Now he is a disc jockey/ radio host. Still cool. Still charming and looking good. It won’t matter much if he looks good. He can do radio another 20-30 years. No one will know what he looks like. He just needs that voice. Listen for yourself on his website.
http://www.xmradio.com/bobdylan/
Remember when everyone drank free water from the tap?
Remember predictions of every home having a computer and wondering what you would do with one? Keep recipes on file?
We may be adding remember free radio to that list in the future.
Our new car came with satellite radio. It has a cute little fin above the rear window that is the antenna. A three month free trial subscription to Sirius-XM radio came with the car. I eyed this suspiciously. A distraction. I am the primary driver of the car, but figured my husband would have that and his new portable GPS taking his eyes off the road, not to mention the car doesn’t have a cigarette lighter so now he uses both hands to light his cigarette while he drives the car. How long do you think we will keep this car wrinkle free?
I am a nag. I admit it. I frequently remind him it is the family who decides how long your keep your keys and license as you age. Yesterday I ran local errands and found myself constantly fiddling with the radio myself. So many choices. My keys may be the first to be confiscated. I found a favorite station and hate to admit what it is. SBXM Café. Spelled out, that is “Starbucks Café”. It is under the rock genre and plays a nice variety of newer bluesy, folksy music, but liking Starbucks Cafe puts me in the league with soccer mom minivan drivers.
We found Bob Dylan’s radio show on XM last week. It is called Theme Time Radio Hour and we loved it. I am “from the 60’s” and grew up listening to him through the acoustic years to the electrified sound to the garbled, mumbled years when he was seriously drunk and drugged. Liked him through all that. Now he is sober and still charming and cool. Using the word “cool” certainly dates me, but he is. His voice is clearer now that he is abstaining. You can understand what he says. It is how he says it that still wins my heart. He has a voice like a graded gravel road and the cadence still resembles that from “Every---body-—must—get—stoned!”
He was Bobby Zimmerman when he grew up in Hibbing, MN. He started his music career singing in coffee houses near the U of MN. I think my sister saw him at The Scholar in the very early 60’s. He was a folk hero until he plugged in his guitar.
Bob Dylan. Hipster and durable musician. Now he is a disc jockey/ radio host. Still cool. Still charming and looking good. It won’t matter much if he looks good. He can do radio another 20-30 years. No one will know what he looks like. He just needs that voice. Listen for yourself on his website.
http://www.xmradio.com/bobdylan/
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