I hate radio. With a passion.
I've been force fed w/ radio for years, first because my ex-wife's father worked for CBC Radio and the thing was on all the time in the house.
And then, when I worked a warehouse. Man, that one was almost the death of me. Commercial radio.
On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, they'd play their top artists' current hits. On Tuesday and Thursday, they'd sink deep into "nostalgia" and play the same artists' previous hits from 4 or 5 months earlier...
Meaning that you'd hear the same bunch of songs 3 times a week for 3 or 4 months, then at least twice a week for the rest of the year, and so on.
That's also when I noticed something very strange w/ what they call normal people.
One morning, after months of hearing the same stuff every morning, one of the guys - the only person in there w/ whom I really got along - decided to bring in a bunch of CDs for a change.
He didn't want to push his luck, so he stuck w/ what he thought our co-workers liked -the CDs were basically from the same artists we heard all the time on the radio - Red Hot Chili Peppers, Depeche Mode and such - but he thought it would be cool to listen to other songs...
After 30 refreshing minutes of new music, that glitter of hope vanished when the other co-workers removed the cd, put the radio back on and told him to keep that
junk at home.
That killed me, man. Seriously. It made me hate my job even more than I hated it to begin w/. I was miserable.
I never understood the assumption that there is such a thing as "normal" music, that everyone can put up w/. You know, the stuff they play in restaurants and stores and everywhere.
So-called normal music has the exact same effect on me as Norwegian death metal has on them. I get a tooth ache when I hear Celine.