Kate took the (relatively) new car on her trip, so I'm driving our RX-7, a quirky car, to say the least.
Ever since the weather started getting cold, the driver's side window has been able to roll down only three inches. The driver's side door lock seems to be coming loose. And, most pertinent to this story, there is no radio antenna, so you get what you can for a limited time, only when driving in the right direction.
My normal morning commute radio station is NPR (WNPR, Southeastern Connecticut). That doesn't work so well in the RX-7. What the RX-7 does get is an independent radio station, 91.1, going through its annual fund drive. Yesterday morning was show tunes, which was quite entertaining actually. This morning was, well, I'm not sure what it was. They played some interesting Buffalo Springfield. I think it's two-for Tuesday.
My favorite part, and the reason why I started writing this entry, was when the DJ said, "You ask most people about the best Flaming Groovies song and they'll say it's 'Shake Some Action,' but..."
Right about then I couldn't hear the radio because either I lost reception or I was laughing too hard. Call me ignorant, but I'm pretty sure if you uttered the phrase "flaming groovies" in a crowded room, most people would say "Huh?" and not "Shake Some Action."
Although it may sound like I'm poking fun at independent radio, I am... but I love it. You've got to love it. It's unique. It's like a secret society. As I rolled up the three-inch window gap, I thought about how I wanted to hang out with people who know how to shake some action. I am now in the know, as they say, and I can't say I'm not enjoying it.
And then...They did play a Flaming Groovies song and it was really good, by the way. Something about a teenage mobster or monster and a teenage sex machine girlfriend.
Posted at 10:12:51