Songs for almost every feeling, but only ever the universal subjects. A melancholy verse, a catchy melody lingers as you make your way home.
Radios are for smiling at the confidence in the announcer’s voice. You hear the news, the “truth” as it is, and find comfort in that distant-yet-near feeling of connectedness. It’s on the network, it’s on the broadcast. We’re gonna hear.
A community brought together by sound from a small, black plastic box–and another one, miles and miles away.
my mom loves this movie scuba people pools ashten cutcher um blacks remmmber the titasn sunshine fing hot sexy guys love marten luther king ummmmmm,…… i dont know un………….
why does it keep choosing radio i already wrote what i thought about radio z100 the radio always plays the same stuff these days it gets annoying and im getting sick of my music i want more good misoc but im not finding it on the radio
i love the radio it awesome and i think that it tell me exactly what i want to hear and i love listening to new music that it provides me. not much else to say about the radio….
radio cracks. the speakers buzz. not liking what once was. the bombs came crashing, the children went running. no parents in site, on this gloomy night. all was lost, all was gained on this rainy day.
I used to love listening to the radio. That is, before I had my iPod. Now, I just access the radio hits chart online and download the top hits. They say it’s still a good medium for advertising but if the target market is people like me, I guess not.
mexian radio. Radio. I want to sing now, but its quiet time because the kids are in bed. The last time I heard that song, I was at a party. We were drinking and it was cold. Very cold. And foggy. Too damn much fog. Stupid fog machine.
Nothing good on the radio today. Too much talk. Yammering. Blabbering. Ads and ads and ads for stuff I could care less about and DJ’s pretending to be witty by telling me their spin on strange news stories. The DJ has the worst weasel laugh ever. It’s very annoying.
Its size can vary. It has different channels with different things. It always has some speakers so the sound it transmits can be heard by the listeners.
old rashioned radios are pretty cool, i have one and i was thinking about checking it out again because it’s old and from ww2 times that my uncle gave to me. i think it may be worth some money hopefully it is but then again i’d like to hold on toi t because it could be a pretty cool thing dop disoplay in the house or apartment but yeah readio is sweet but going the way of the dinosaur what’s gonna hwppen when
I turned on my radio as I slipped into my car this morning when the song I hate most came on. I pulled out of my drive way, urgent to turn the station when suddenly a big, bright red Burban plowed into the back of my car. My father was going to kill me. I hopped out of the car to check out the damage. When I stepped out onto the pavement I felt a sharp pain shoot up my leg.
‘Ouch!’ I yelled as I fell into a heap on the ground & blacked out. When I was awakened I was in a bright white room, & there was a doctor pointing this really bright light into my eyes. I finally got my vision focused when I noticed a large white cast wrapped around my left leg. I glanced around the room in a panic when I noticed my dad sitting in the corner on an overstuffed burgundy couch. He just sat there, staring at his shoes as if in some sort of trance.
‘Dad..?’
No response. The doctor came back into the room then & told me I needed some rest. He then asked my father to leave, & that he could come back during visiting hours tomorrow. I watched my father slowly stand up & reluctantly leave the room, never once taking his eyes off the floor. I felt so ashamed of myself…I had let my father down. I told him I wouldn’t allow myself to be distracted while driving. I told him I wouldn’t I get into any accidents. I promised. & I let him down….
Oh man I love the radio! I love listening to it and imagining what the presenters look like and how they interact with each other shows their personality! I remember my parents telling me they used to listen to radio luxembourg, it sounded great, revolutionary.
The radio was old. We couldn’t really even hear anything anymore, but it was the centerpiece of my grandma’s dinner. It was a memory. It would forever keep the whole family together. As long as we still hear static, we had a family.
The music box seems so empty, with a continuous beat; The same songs sang all over again. Lonely am I, left in defeat; I’ve lost my muse, my inspiration again.
The radio keeps us company on long drives. A constant companion. On the beach as a teenager playing a transistor radio. The song where she keeps the lover in the radio. I don’t remember the song or the singer but it was a big part of my teen years.
What was I even thinking, going out and doing radio surveillance like this? Without backup, oh yes. Always the smart one, I am.
Too late now to do anything but mope over it.
If only I’d gotten Anderson or someone with me. She would’ve known what to do.
The radio blared in the background as Matt threw the clothes he needed in the suitcase. His flight would be leaving in three hours, and he procrastinated up until the last minute. It didn’t help that his mother was trying to yell over the music to be heard.
Six o’clock and the radio fades into my dream like a nasty bug about to bite. It’s presence brings the chirping birds, the burning sunlight, and a new day. Dream land fades away.
the words that come out of the speakers and into my hears fill my heart and and eyes with images and my skin with feelings and distract me from the road. The intense feeling of everything hitting at once with the emmence waves of instruments rushing at you, providing as intense of an emotion as the lyrics may be. To escape. To feel.
I turned up the radio, watching the world move around me. The radio was a sort of outlet that I used to clear out everything else. I didn’t want to listen to anything but the sound of the music, and I continued to drive. I drove and drove, and I kept listening to the music. I changed the station over and over.
I like to listen to the radio. I listen to Kiss 106.1 and Movin 92.5. My brother and dad also like these stations, my dad also likes canadian stations. My mom likes Spirit 105.3. Most of my friends like all of those stations. That’s it.
Time will only tell your real age. The times when the element of technology that confined you in a box of wires were once a city of voices, a community of mouths, and a humm of bravadoes that song the song of everlasting rhythm. When the news was told by great-grand father and the help came from the transmission of the motor of your throat. Voice is what its called. Real music to my ears.
Sound. Life. Music. Everything you ever wanted to hear or not hear flowing through the air to your ears. Channels that soar through your soul in the most violent yet peaceful way possible. Anything and everything.
the voice was familiar. he was smiling. I knew that sound. I’ve heard it a thousand times on the other line when he was away for work and he would tell me how he misses me.
“turn it up,” you say as you stand up in the passenger seat. “turn it up, shake your head to the beat, loosen up a little, will you?” and so with one hand on the driver’s wheel, we dance around to whatever sweet song comes from the stereo.
i love to listen to music. i was born this way baby. i dont want you to go to bed mad at me. i dont care if you are mad at me. youe mean anyways. will you shut up already. i wish i had batteries.
radio is a place where people get the word out. whether its to entertain you, play music, or take a stand. the most magical of them, to me, is when people take stands because then us listeners can communicate with them and get OUR word out. i believe radio is great for the minds.
i listen to the radio and i think about my car…i think about the things that happen in my life everyday and wonder how things will be different. the radio plays some music that relate to my life, but other genres that don’t. i love the radio…there is always a theme song for the day when you turn it on. the radio keeps the world sane.
I flipped the switch and played around with the antenna, but still all I could hear was static. Frustrated, I sat there and just listened to the buzzing.
Almost instantly I had fallen into the deepest sleep I’ve ever experienced.
I hear it.
Our song.
I remember.
Our love.
Why did you end it?
Why did you leave me,
To be with her?
You used to hate her.
What happened?
To our song on the radio?
What happened to our love?
is the worst thing ever made. It really is not what it used to be; mainstream and too up to date. isn’t it about what the listeners want, not what sounds good?
the radio kept fading in and out. Was the darn thing shorting out or way they so deep in the sticks they couldn’t pick up . The rental car company alwasy failed to get her satellite radio when she really needed it.
“Okay, we’re going to take the twenty-third caller,” the DJ announced. “Mom, mom, I need your cell phone,” Claudia cried from the back seat. “I know the answer!” “Honey,” her mother explained patiently. “You’re not calling in.” “But I know the answer is Lorna Luft and Liza Minelli, Judy Garland’s daughters,” Claudia pouted. “They haven’t even asked the question yet; you could at least pretend like you don’t know,” her mother turned off the radio. “You’re not going to let me call in, are you?” Claudia asked. “I don’t know. You’re the world’s foremost psychic,” her mother replied. “You tell me.”
Radio is voices. Music. Media. Capitalism. Commercialism. Freedom of expression mixed with oppression. New songs pushing out old. New thoughts clashing old. Liberal vs conservative. Basketball vs baseball. Kesha vs Led Zeppelin. Radio is radio.
a radio is where you listen to music. it can give you inspiration. or even remind you of a song you once loved but forgotten about. it is a source of free music for people. it keeps us up in our darkest days. it can make people’s mornings better by flipping you their favorite music station. MUSIC IS LIFE. enjoy it
“I finally fixed the radio!” He announced. Everyone else shared an exasperatedly fond smile.
“That’s good,” one of the others said, “Now we just need a radio station to listen to.”
Songs for almost every feeling, but only ever the universal subjects. A melancholy verse, a catchy melody lingers as you make your way home.
Radios are for smiling at the confidence in the announcer’s voice. You hear the news, the “truth” as it is, and find comfort in that distant-yet-near feeling of connectedness. It’s on the network, it’s on the broadcast. We’re gonna hear.
A community brought together by sound from a small, black plastic box–and another one, miles and miles away.
Music with peoplenis comforting in thenmorning. Crazy funny banter. Not always your favorite songs.
my mom loves this movie scuba people pools ashten cutcher um blacks remmmber the titasn sunshine fing hot sexy guys love marten luther king ummmmmm,…… i dont know un………….
why does it keep choosing radio i already wrote what i thought about radio z100 the radio always plays the same stuff these days it gets annoying and im getting sick of my music i want more good misoc but im not finding it on the radio
i love the radio it awesome and i think that it tell me exactly what i want to hear and i love listening to new music that it provides me. not much else to say about the radio….
i turned on the radio often when i had nothing to do in my twenties. it was in the US. i liked the radio much better than TV.
radio cracks. the speakers buzz. not liking what once was. the bombs came crashing, the children went running. no parents in site, on this gloomy night. all was lost, all was gained on this rainy day.
music. 6o’s beatles. no, not the bug. imagine. heaven. it’s not hard to do no hell below us and no religion too. . .
I used to love listening to the radio. That is, before I had my iPod. Now, I just access the radio hits chart online and download the top hits. They say it’s still a good medium for advertising but if the target market is people like me, I guess not.
mexian radio. Radio. I want to sing now, but its quiet time because the kids are in bed. The last time I heard that song, I was at a party. We were drinking and it was cold. Very cold. And foggy. Too damn much fog. Stupid fog machine.
Nothing good on the radio today. Too much talk. Yammering. Blabbering. Ads and ads and ads for stuff I could care less about and DJ’s pretending to be witty by telling me their spin on strange news stories. The DJ has the worst weasel laugh ever. It’s very annoying.
Its size can vary. It has different channels with different things. It always has some speakers so the sound it transmits can be heard by the listeners.
old rashioned radios are pretty cool, i have one and i was thinking about checking it out again because it’s old and from ww2 times that my uncle gave to me. i think it may be worth some money hopefully it is but then again i’d like to hold on toi t because it could be a pretty cool thing dop disoplay in the house or apartment but yeah readio is sweet but going the way of the dinosaur what’s gonna hwppen when
I turned on my radio as I slipped into my car this morning when the song I hate most came on. I pulled out of my drive way, urgent to turn the station when suddenly a big, bright red Burban plowed into the back of my car. My father was going to kill me. I hopped out of the car to check out the damage. When I stepped out onto the pavement I felt a sharp pain shoot up my leg.
‘Ouch!’ I yelled as I fell into a heap on the ground & blacked out. When I was awakened I was in a bright white room, & there was a doctor pointing this really bright light into my eyes. I finally got my vision focused when I noticed a large white cast wrapped around my left leg. I glanced around the room in a panic when I noticed my dad sitting in the corner on an overstuffed burgundy couch. He just sat there, staring at his shoes as if in some sort of trance.
‘Dad..?’
No response. The doctor came back into the room then & told me I needed some rest. He then asked my father to leave, & that he could come back during visiting hours tomorrow. I watched my father slowly stand up & reluctantly leave the room, never once taking his eyes off the floor. I felt so ashamed of myself…I had let my father down. I told him I wouldn’t allow myself to be distracted while driving. I told him I wouldn’t I get into any accidents. I promised. & I let him down….
Oh man I love the radio! I love listening to it and imagining what the presenters look like and how they interact with each other shows their personality! I remember my parents telling me they used to listen to radio luxembourg, it sounded great, revolutionary.
The radio was old. We couldn’t really even hear anything anymore, but it was the centerpiece of my grandma’s dinner. It was a memory. It would forever keep the whole family together. As long as we still hear static, we had a family.
The music box seems so empty, with a continuous beat; The same songs sang all over again. Lonely am I, left in defeat; I’ve lost my muse, my inspiration again.
The radio keeps us company on long drives. A constant companion. On the beach as a teenager playing a transistor radio. The song where she keeps the lover in the radio. I don’t remember the song or the singer but it was a big part of my teen years.
What was I even thinking, going out and doing radio surveillance like this? Without backup, oh yes. Always the smart one, I am.
Too late now to do anything but mope over it.
If only I’d gotten Anderson or someone with me. She would’ve known what to do.
The radio blared in the background as Matt threw the clothes he needed in the suitcase. His flight would be leaving in three hours, and he procrastinated up until the last minute. It didn’t help that his mother was trying to yell over the music to be heard.
Six o’clock and the radio fades into my dream like a nasty bug about to bite. It’s presence brings the chirping birds, the burning sunlight, and a new day. Dream land fades away.
the words that come out of the speakers and into my hears fill my heart and and eyes with images and my skin with feelings and distract me from the road. The intense feeling of everything hitting at once with the emmence waves of instruments rushing at you, providing as intense of an emotion as the lyrics may be. To escape. To feel.
The radio was old. We really couldn’t even hear anything anymore, but it was the centerpiece for my grandma’s dinner. It was a memory.
I turned up the radio, watching the world move around me. The radio was a sort of outlet that I used to clear out everything else. I didn’t want to listen to anything but the sound of the music, and I continued to drive. I drove and drove, and I kept listening to the music. I changed the station over and over.
I like to listen to the radio. I listen to Kiss 106.1 and Movin 92.5. My brother and dad also like these stations, my dad also likes canadian stations. My mom likes Spirit 105.3. Most of my friends like all of those stations. That’s it.
Time will only tell your real age. The times when the element of technology that confined you in a box of wires were once a city of voices, a community of mouths, and a humm of bravadoes that song the song of everlasting rhythm. When the news was told by great-grand father and the help came from the transmission of the motor of your throat. Voice is what its called. Real music to my ears.
Sound. Life. Music. Everything you ever wanted to hear or not hear flowing through the air to your ears. Channels that soar through your soul in the most violent yet peaceful way possible. Anything and everything.
Video killed the radio star!
the voice was familiar. he was smiling. I knew that sound. I’ve heard it a thousand times on the other line when he was away for work and he would tell me how he misses me.
“turn it up,” you say as you stand up in the passenger seat. “turn it up, shake your head to the beat, loosen up a little, will you?” and so with one hand on the driver’s wheel, we dance around to whatever sweet song comes from the stereo.
i love to listen to music. i was born this way baby. i dont want you to go to bed mad at me. i dont care if you are mad at me. youe mean anyways. will you shut up already. i wish i had batteries.
radio is a place where people get the word out. whether its to entertain you, play music, or take a stand. the most magical of them, to me, is when people take stands because then us listeners can communicate with them and get OUR word out. i believe radio is great for the minds.
i listen to the radio and i think about my car…i think about the things that happen in my life everyday and wonder how things will be different. the radio plays some music that relate to my life, but other genres that don’t. i love the radio…there is always a theme song for the day when you turn it on. the radio keeps the world sane.
I flipped the switch and played around with the antenna, but still all I could hear was static. Frustrated, I sat there and just listened to the buzzing.
Almost instantly I had fallen into the deepest sleep I’ve ever experienced.
I hear it.
Our song.
I remember.
Our love.
Why did you end it?
Why did you leave me,
To be with her?
You used to hate her.
What happened?
To our song on the radio?
What happened to our love?
is the worst thing ever made. It really is not what it used to be; mainstream and too up to date. isn’t it about what the listeners want, not what sounds good?
the radio kept fading in and out. Was the darn thing shorting out or way they so deep in the sticks they couldn’t pick up . The rental car company alwasy failed to get her satellite radio when she really needed it.
“Okay, we’re going to take the twenty-third caller,” the DJ announced. “Mom, mom, I need your cell phone,” Claudia cried from the back seat. “I know the answer!” “Honey,” her mother explained patiently. “You’re not calling in.” “But I know the answer is Lorna Luft and Liza Minelli, Judy Garland’s daughters,” Claudia pouted. “They haven’t even asked the question yet; you could at least pretend like you don’t know,” her mother turned off the radio. “You’re not going to let me call in, are you?” Claudia asked. “I don’t know. You’re the world’s foremost psychic,” her mother replied. “You tell me.”
Radio is voices. Music. Media. Capitalism. Commercialism. Freedom of expression mixed with oppression. New songs pushing out old. New thoughts clashing old. Liberal vs conservative. Basketball vs baseball. Kesha vs Led Zeppelin. Radio is radio.
a radio is where you listen to music. it can give you inspiration. or even remind you of a song you once loved but forgotten about. it is a source of free music for people. it keeps us up in our darkest days. it can make people’s mornings better by flipping you their favorite music station. MUSIC IS LIFE. enjoy it