The Real Problem With Living in Liberal New England

It's nine o'clock on a Wednesday (or it was when I wrote this --ed.), which means that The River, the local alt rock station, is starting their show "The Chill Side of The River." Stupid names aside, it's something that I like to call "appointment radio." (In the same way that Conan likes to refer to the former almost Mrs. Affleck as "J-Lo.") It's music that one might call "space" and what I used to sniffingly refer to as "heroin music." It's not quite like music for acid heads -- less freaky, more ethereal. Primal pulse rhythms, breathy singing mixed way lower than is usual for lead singers. It's funny. I haven't smoked pot in years, but I always feel high when listening to music like this. And that's a good thing.

Of course, The River being The River, it gets a little old after three weeks. You gotta miss for a couple of weeks, then check back for some new stuff. I'm pretty sure it's all one big tape/disk -- no DJs that I can tell. Makes the commercials even more jarring, especially for us NPR types.

Right now, the commercial playing is one that's been on regular rotation ever since I moved here. Some kind of global - community - indigenous - crafts - dude - these - sandals - are - so - comfortable kind of place. They have a guy speaking in an "African" accent that's so phony that every time I hear it, I can only hear Eddie Murphy spoofing. Back when he could bring the funny.

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Update

2007-05-12 13:35 EDT

Fixed broken link.