August 17, 2008
A state of immobility, like being stuck in a traffic jam, is fertile ground for epiphanies. A constant state of immobility, like being caught in a jam everyday, is fertile ground for the deja vu epiphany. This is a realization you have day after day, strengthening your original epiphany. I’ve been having them about music on the radio. Weeks have passed, and I still can’t understand why the music on there is so bad. Each time I turn it on, there seems to be some fabulous Top 20 compilation on air. Kabhi Kabhi Aditi and Pehli Nazar Mein from Race currently occupy the high end of these charts. If you went by the jockey’s tone, you’d imagine the song about to play is super-duper brand new. Then it opens to Pehli Nazar Mein, the sixth instance of a station playing it in two hours.
Every now and then I complain about the radio, making essentially the same point. But this time it’s different. I spend an average of 92 hours each month, or nearly four days, travelling to work and back. All this repetition is driving me nuts. What to make of those poor RJs? How much can you take shuffling the order of the same twenty songs and listening to them day after day?