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I Brought the Joy of Radio Back Into my Life
Turns out, Video Didn’t Kill the Radio Star
It’s a weird thing that’s been happening lately; I’ve been feeling nostalgic for simpler times. I often loathe my phone and the attachment I have to it, I ignore technology the best that I can and refuse to get an Alexa or Siri in my home because haven’t we all seen that Simpson’s episode where the house falls in love with Marge and tries to kill everyone? C’mon.
I never thought I’d get back into listening to the radio. I never really loved listening to the radio in the first place, prefering CDs and then MP3s in my youth. But, it was always there. It was a saviour to long car rides, as even 20 minutes seemed like an eternity to an 11-year old. Running to McDonald’s or to pick up pizza meant never missing the hockey game and needing to tune in to TSN; it also meant that we could listen to The Simpson’s being broadcast through radio waves as we drove to pick up dinner.
The local AM station woke my parents up in the morning, telling us if I would get that snow day I had been hoping for and what school day it was. In my Baba’s kitchen, there sits an old relic of a radio, hidden behind loaves of bread, quietly playing the small town radio station. Listening to the church service never felt stuffy or boring, but comforting and normal. I still get…
