I'm hooked.

I was cleaning up our upstairs and discovered a radio.

That's not actually true, as I'd known that it was there and that it was still in working order for quite some time. It's got fake woodgrain on it, but the local stations come through loud and clear as long as you've got the volume dial in the right place and don't make too many sudden movements.

I got a novel idea as I stared at the radio, sitting there all dusty and dirty. Wouldn't it be nice if I could listen to music without having to charge my MP3 player? (Actually, the player is broken. It won't let you put anything new on it, so all that's on there is the Michael Voris tapes from a good while back.)

Therefore, I decided that this long-neglected radio would look very nice on my shelf, blasting classic rock while I wrote or worked on something. I dusted it off and made sure it was still in operating condition before taking it downstairs and plugging it in in my room. The shelf needed a great deal of reorganizing and dusting to fit the radio, and as a result the rest of the room got a dusting to fit the excess items from the shelf. After cleaning the shelf off and carefully placing the radio atop it, I turned it on and tuned it to the classic rock station. After the announcer began talking, I decided that I didn't want to listen to him. Turned the knob to the country station. I very quickly decided that that particular station wasn't what I wanted to listen to. Turned it to the classic oldies station, and realized that it didn't actually bother me (unlike the rest of the family), despite the fact that "Yellow Submarine" was on.

I mentioned that to my mom, and she looked up "Blue Suede Shoes". That got me thinking about some early '60s songs I'd heard of before, but I hadn't listened to them before because I was worried that they weren't clean. I didn't know at the time that "not-clean" just wasn't something you did in 1963. So we looked up a little ditty by the name of "Little Deuce Coupe".

Now I can't stop listening to it. Actually, I'm listening to "GTO" by Ronny and the Daytonas as I write this. That song, "Little Deuce Coupe", and "409" are my new portfolio of songs I listen to that aren't Weird Al or Vivaldi. Eclectic? Sure. Doesn't bother me very much.







I'm amazed and pleasantly surprised by the wealth of decent music out there. You just can't limit your search to newer songs.

Besides, if the music of the Fifties and Sixties doesn't work out for you, there's always Vivaldi.