Then the bottom dropped out…

For my past birthday, a friend of mine bought me a stellar Tivoli radio. This is, hands down, one of the best radios I’ve ever had because its reception is so damn good. It uses super smart technology to get the best reception available and, believe me, it does. All without the use of an antenna.

Since I put it next to my bed, the thing never goes off, and about once a month I screw around with it to change up the radio station. Two months ago it was soul, last month it was some spanish station and this month… Well, let’s talk about that.

About two weeks ago, I was hunting around for a new station, when I stopped on a song by The Cars. I dig them, so I let it go. After The Cars, they played U2. Then some Police, Def Leppard and Queen.

Okay, I thought, I can dig this. So I let it go for a couple days. And I quickly started digging this station. It seemed, with a few exceptions, every song they played I liked. Hell, one night I heard The Pretenders followed by Peter Gabriel. I was loving it.

Then the bottom dropped out.

One night, as I was drifting off to sleep listening to this new found favorite station, I heard something that bolted me awake. Their call letters.

(Que announcer guy voice here)

94.7 The Capital. Your home for classic rock.”

Classic rock?!?!?

What the hell?

DEF LEPPARD IS NOT CLASSIC ROCK.
PETER GABRIEL IS NOT CLASSIC ROCK.
THE CARS ARE NOT CLASSIC ROCK.

I suddenly realized I was listening to a classic rock station that wasn’t playing The Beatles and Elvis Presley.

And, even though I cried myself to sleep that night, I still listen to 94.7. My home for classic rock.