Nov 19 2008
For when your local radio stations suck like whoa
My good local radio station changed format from rock/alternative to “a sunny mix of the 50s, 60s, 70s, and 80s,” which makes for a jarring mix of The Supremes, Tom Jones, The Rolling Stones, and Wang Chung with perhaps one decent song every three hours, bookended by ear-rotting audiofungus.
We can’t afford to download any songs or subscribe to a radio service right now, and we’re not down with the other local radio fare of perkypop or country, so Angelic Daughter has been getting her music fix from YouTube, and I’ve been listening to my playlists until everyone (except Boyfriend, of course, which may have something to do with having 53 hours of music to choose from there…) is pretty much making me sick at this point.
Then I found Pandora, and Lo, the angels sang, and life was good again.
You don’t have to pay anything. You don’t even have to register if you don’t want to save your history. Simply type in the name of an artist you’re in the mood to listen to, and Pandora, that clever bitch, will hook you up with a seemingly endless supply of music in the same vein.
Being in a snarly, antisocial frame of mind (and feeling unimaginative), I plugged in Boyfriend and was served up Tool, Deftones, Filter, Rage Against the Machine, A Perfect Circle, Manson, System of a Down, Alice in Chains, Incubus, Stabbing Westward, and so on and so forth.
Four hours so far today, and I’ve yet to hear anything that sucks, which is not something I have EVER been able to say about actual radio.
My snarly, antisocial frame of mind is in danger of improving…

