English Radio is a Dictatorship

yankeebeanI don’t want to incite a riot or anything.  Nobody should go and try to overthrow the BBC or anything after this post.  But, MAN, I miss American radio.  For several reasons…

  1. Variety.  I swear to God, in America, if I wanted to listen to a radio station for vegetarian people with brown hair, freckles and a terets syndrome I could find one.  But in England it’s Radio 1, 2, 3, or 4.  Aka – “mainstream-pop-cheese”, “almost-tolerable-pop-fluff”, “utter-randomness”, or “all-talking”.
  2. I’m Lactose Intolerant.  I Don’t like too much cheese.  And European music and FAR cheesier than what you get in the States.  You get used to it, though (unfortunately).
  3. Obnioxious DJ’s.  This is kinda the same in America though.  Although the stations I listened to back home all had cool quirky DJ’s that managed not to yell, make prank calls or talk about genitalia all the time…
  4. The ten-song-playlist.  The WHOLE POINT of listening to the radio is to hear new stuff… but you only hear the same 10 flippin songs played in a loop (especially BBC 1).  Why do they even PAY the DJ’s?  They should just build a cyborg that spews one of 15 cliches inbetween tunes.  I get that there are ‘hits’, and they have to play certain songs that suck your will to live like “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt (oh crap… it’s gonna be stuck in my head now just from typing the title).  But surely the DJ’s should try and re-balance their music-karma by playing some Sufjan Stevens or Elbow or Imogen Heap or something…

Actually, I’m pretty fond of Radio 4, but since all this ‘credit crunch’ malarky, I can’t stomach it for long.  And on warm sunny days when I have the day off and I’m feeling young-and-fancy-free, sometimes I’ll listen to Radio 2.  But that’s not often since this is Yorkshire and it’s only sunny occassionally between the hours of 7 and 10am in August and some of September.

OH, how I long for the days I could just turn the radio on while I’m doing the dishes and sometimes hear a song that totally grabs me.  And now when I go back to America, none of the music sounds familiar and I feel like an outsider in my own country.

Who knew a simple radio station could even make you feel like you’re not from Yorkshire?  Weird…