Brilliant opening line. The Yazoo Street Scandal is a Bob Dylan tune, by the way... I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to write about here, but I will write. I've a) been inspired to write by Tavi the style rookie, (go to her blog, you'll want to be her,) and by pinkbow, another more recently discovered blogger, and b) to not NOT write by tangledupinblue.blogspot.com, and various other empty blogs with cool names. Please, if you're reading this, and you've made a blog and never used it, DELETE IT, SO PEOPLE WHO WANT TO USE THE NAME DON'T HAVE TO SPEND HOURS OF THEIR PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS LIVES TRYING TO THINK OF ANOTHER, DISAPPOINTING NAME. That's pretty pretentious of me, isn't it, thinking that someone is actually reading this? My very first post? I won't dwell on that, because it's not really the point.
I want to be a DJ, I think. The radio one. The Tom Petty 'Last DJ' kind.
Here goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey hey hey...
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Okay! My first rant! Radio. I have a furious love hate relationship with it. I drive, just to listen to the radio. But I've cried over commercials. And AT Top 40. So, my dad bought me a satellite radio for Christmas... and, while it's saved me from commercials, Tom Petty is right. No one plays what they want to anymore; even the live stations that play good music play the same 50 songs on rotation. Why?! I love you, Sirius 18 The Spectrum... but I've had enough of Snow Patrol Just Say Yes. And Bob Dylan's Theme Time Radio Hour... your voice makes me want to curl up with a blanket and tea and watch the rain hit the window, but say what you want to say, for goodness sakes. Someone else is doing all the research for you, and you're reading it. And I really don't like The White Stripes, sir. So, in conclusion (I had to leave for a second here, and have lost my train of thought, and thus, am concluding.) AT Top 40 on repeat should be banned. People should just stop trying, when it comes to commercials... Anyone seen The Invention of Lying? Take a hint from the Coca Cola commercial... And, I wish deejays could play whatever they wanted. Because there's no way they're not listening to their iPods between breaks.
