The songs on the radio remind me of so many things. They can bring me back to different times, different places, different… emotions. Feelings. I listen to the radio in the car. Who doesn’t?
when i picture a radio, it is an old one… seventies vintage. red, with a yellow dial and black numbers. lit by the sun coming up the driveway through a white framed window, with a light curtain blowing in a breeze. i’m alone, but someone is downstairs waiting for me to go for a walk…
andrew
i remember when pink boom boxes were the most important thing for a pre-teen to have. i wanted the one with the round edges and a light pink color. i always got the generic versions of things though. my parents settled on a purple square dual cassette player. it worked. but i didn’t feel as cool.
LE
The music blared from the radio, “She loves you yeah yeah yeah!” We couldn’t help singing along. That is one of the best things in the world. Singing. Joyous singing. “Yeah yeah yeah!!”
beetle
radio is what i listen to when driving and thats it. i fucking HATE mojo in the morning, its the most dumbed down crap on the radio EVER. and his voice makes me cringe. i like npr and oldies 96 in the morning. as for other times of the day, it depends on my mood. most recently its been rager shit like rob zombie haha
the radio is on, the radio is playing a horrible song that i will never get out of my head, i will break the radio and make a toy out of the spare parts, the leftover parts i will throw at your head. you will bleed and i will say i am sorry, but i wont mean it. and that song will still play in my head over and over.
miranda
The radio was invented before the TV emits only sounds and still one of teh most used means of communication. Theres a song called Video killed teh radio star, meaning than when the first music videos were transmited the usage of radio went down
Marco
I turned on the radio this morning and I heard a song that reminded me of my childhood. Some silly country song that I can hear my grandmother hum as we drive to church. I can remember me making my escaping from bible school to go to the park that was beside the church so I could make out with my mature for his age twelve year old boyfriend. I can still taste the Mountain Dew on his breath. Its funny how nostalgia will over take you at the most random times.
April
The radio was blasting and Karen just let go, taking her hair out of its pristine bun and letting it blow freely in the air for the first time in her life. The top was down on her convertible and she had no idea where she was going, but she knew she was going somewhere.
Katie
I listen to the radio in the car. In the morning, when one of my ‘talk show’ deals is on I listen to 96.9 because I really like the main guy on it and his co-hosts. When the morning is over I always switch to 98.7 because they play really awesome music. I quite enjoy listening to radio because it updates me to what’s going on in the world… sort of.
The old car radio finally buzzed on again. It hadn’t worked in ages. The smooth music came out from the radio on some forsaken station, worth all the time in the world. Those forgotten need not be left behind.
Paul
I had a red radio when I was sixteen. I loved that thing. We would put in a cassette and walk from one beach in San Clemente, down South to another beach. Thompson Twins blasting out of that little red radio. I don’t know what happened to it. I’m sure that somewhere along the way, just like people, it aged.
Lisa
car, terrible music mostly, oldies are good. classic rock is good too. today’s music sucks. outdated. probably going to be obsolete. small, portable dad has. those are really going to be obsolete. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh radio radio radio listening to the radio today with glenny. it was mostly bad, some good. alex has terrible music taste. music is important in life, but most of it is bad, hard to find good stuff
kaitlin
I turned on the radio and listened to the sound of an angry man screaming through a microphone. his gruff lyrics seemed like he was trying to get the listener to take some kind of action, but far be it from me to know what that was. the rawness of his energy came through the speakers and made something inside me want to be involved in whatever he was talking about.
Alex
The radio played softly in the background, a jumbled combination of bad lyrics and static. She waves her arm absently and doesn’t notice the flies buzzing round her head. I shudder. This is her life?
I kept changing the channel. Nothing spoke to me. Every song was loud. Speaking heads were loud. But still, I always turn it on when I get in the car.
Rocky
I used to work at a radio station. It was lots of fun. The pay sucked, but that’s because they could get anyone to do the job. Most everyone is qualified to do small market radio. It’s still a lot of fun and you get paid for playing music and talking.
Static. radio means static. this static we jumble together and listen to to drown out the static of the world around us which drowns out the static of the world around it. that drowns out the static of the questions none of us really dont know how to answer.
Jayson
1940’s radio hour the first show was better but my friends were in the second and the costumes were bad but the song was good i can’t believe i only have two more years with them college will be hard i have no idea what i want to do i wonder if zach feels the same hes graduating i hope i dont cry when he goes
Meg
Radio.
Freddie Mercury, Radio Ga Ga.
The radio is on in the background right now, actually. First it was The Who, now Fleetwood Mac.
My father is a big fan of the radio.
I personally think it’s just background noise. Like now, for instance.
I’ll take my record player over a radio any day.
I listen to it as often as I can and turn it up as loud as it can go. I focus on the music and the meaning of the lyrics I am hearing, completely blocking out life and all of it’s problems. It’s almost like therapy, just not efficient enough to fix my own problems. But it does help ease the pain all of the problems cause me.
Emilia
Every time I hear that song on the radio
I think of you
I remember when we’d sing it together
And you’d hold me like I was special
I miss those times
I miss you
The radio is a good way to connect with the world around you. It is how i keep up with news and music. It helps connect everyone in the community and its just overall really funny at times. Unless its Glenn Beck. That shit is boring.
Clarissa
Video killed the radio star didn’t it? Didn’t we all watch her die? Such tragic endings to such beautifully told stories. How could we let music die?
Static. Unsurprising. It’s not like there were any radio stations around. She expected nothing less from the desert. She left the radio on, and scooched down further into her chair, fully intending to go to sleep to the sound, and not to wake up. If she couldn’t die to the sound of rain, she’d settle for static.
Most of the time the radio just plays things over and over again, same songs every hour. But what I love about the radio is the contests and all the challenges that it offers. It’s great.
Radiohead the band or maybe the song by Talking Heads. I LOVE Talking Heads. I never listen to the radio anymore I really think radio music isn’t that great these days and there are too many commercials. I’d rather look up new bands online and check them out on itunes. There’s so many good bands that never make it on the radio don’t just stick with the mainstream stuff that’s out there. Explore new music and genres!
And it’s a simple thing to listen to, simple remedies to mend the unhappy you see every once in a while, while you beg to fall in love but all you really need is some one to be there for you. Well sometimes it’s only the radio humming along that gets you to move on.
She held it tightly to her ear, listening to the static that whispered to her in the deadness of her Tuesday night. She caressed it like a friend and kissed it tenderly where the speakers were, wishing it were human too.
it is a radio it makes sounds it is a radio i listen to it in car it plays shitty kesha over and over till my ears bleed omg its the worst thing ever its like an elephant stepping on a lemer and the lemer has beetles in its mouth and you can hear the screams of the beetles and the crunching sounds and then the whole safari starts going nuts that what kesha is like
sandra
Sweat trickled down my back, but I ignored it. The bass was loud and vibrating so much that it shook my core. I jumped as high as my feet would allow and shook my arms in the air. All I could see was a mass of bodies all jumping in unison to the same song. We were one for the moment being, and I permitted myself to accept that fact.
i listen to the radio i cannot sing along i cannot change the station i listen to the radio and lie here in this bed i was a young and reckless kid who believed himself invincible i played with fire i played with hearts believing that i would live forever i listen to the radio i blink my yes and no i used to fight i used to yell, but now i listen to the radio i lay here trying to remember what i did before i listened to the radio, but all i remember is that i was young that i stood tall and that i didn’t care about what i did, because before that night i was whole.
the radio is awesome; I love the idea that you can hear virtually anything while on the radio; find your new favorite song, or learn something new. A radio station we have near where I live does narratives people have written on their experiences with life.
Erika
I listened to the radio this morning, like every morning. They played my favourite song. I love it when they do that. It makes my day that much better, I just want to smile all day long. Especially when someone offers me hot coffe before I leave home. And if someone gives me a hug when I reach my destination.
Margit
Pirate radio in the 60’s. Started the music scene we know today. But today there are too many adverts and it’s all about money. Music is a second class citizen on the radio.
Andy
The radio had been blasting beside my head all evening, and I was about ready to sleep now. Funny, because music doesn’t normally do that to me. Sometimes I get lucky. That’s all. Better luck next time they said.
Kacey Kaz
The hiss and the crackle, the constant friend, the voice that keeps me going on the long days on the road. All this is my radio, all this is why I need to have my digital radio in the car. Who would have thought that it would come so far, who would have thought from Marconi’s small beginnings. But there you have it, it is there and it is a part of my life that is there to stay.
I listen to the radio when I want to hear music that dosnt remind me of anything new stuff stuff with no memories attached songs that are fresh and clean
The songs on the radio remind me of so many things. They can bring me back to different times, different places, different… emotions. Feelings. I listen to the radio in the car. Who doesn’t?
The radio is the best friend of someone who is stuck in the car. Ever since it was invented. Always being there, with a cheery voice and a song.
when i picture a radio, it is an old one… seventies vintage. red, with a yellow dial and black numbers. lit by the sun coming up the driveway through a white framed window, with a light curtain blowing in a breeze. i’m alone, but someone is downstairs waiting for me to go for a walk…
i remember when pink boom boxes were the most important thing for a pre-teen to have. i wanted the one with the round edges and a light pink color. i always got the generic versions of things though. my parents settled on a purple square dual cassette player. it worked. but i didn’t feel as cool.
The music blared from the radio, “She loves you yeah yeah yeah!” We couldn’t help singing along. That is one of the best things in the world. Singing. Joyous singing. “Yeah yeah yeah!!”
radio is what i listen to when driving and thats it. i fucking HATE mojo in the morning, its the most dumbed down crap on the radio EVER. and his voice makes me cringe. i like npr and oldies 96 in the morning. as for other times of the day, it depends on my mood. most recently its been rager shit like rob zombie haha
the radio is on, the radio is playing a horrible song that i will never get out of my head, i will break the radio and make a toy out of the spare parts, the leftover parts i will throw at your head. you will bleed and i will say i am sorry, but i wont mean it. and that song will still play in my head over and over.
The radio was invented before the TV emits only sounds and still one of teh most used means of communication. Theres a song called Video killed teh radio star, meaning than when the first music videos were transmited the usage of radio went down
I turned on the radio this morning and I heard a song that reminded me of my childhood. Some silly country song that I can hear my grandmother hum as we drive to church. I can remember me making my escaping from bible school to go to the park that was beside the church so I could make out with my mature for his age twelve year old boyfriend. I can still taste the Mountain Dew on his breath. Its funny how nostalgia will over take you at the most random times.
The radio was blasting and Karen just let go, taking her hair out of its pristine bun and letting it blow freely in the air for the first time in her life. The top was down on her convertible and she had no idea where she was going, but she knew she was going somewhere.
I listen to the radio in the car. In the morning, when one of my ‘talk show’ deals is on I listen to 96.9 because I really like the main guy on it and his co-hosts. When the morning is over I always switch to 98.7 because they play really awesome music. I quite enjoy listening to radio because it updates me to what’s going on in the world… sort of.
Radiohead is stuck in my headradio. I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo. I don’t belong here. Why you gotta be so mean? Whoops. How’d Taylor Swift get in here?
The old car radio finally buzzed on again. It hadn’t worked in ages. The smooth music came out from the radio on some forsaken station, worth all the time in the world. Those forgotten need not be left behind.
I had a red radio when I was sixteen. I loved that thing. We would put in a cassette and walk from one beach in San Clemente, down South to another beach. Thompson Twins blasting out of that little red radio. I don’t know what happened to it. I’m sure that somewhere along the way, just like people, it aged.
car, terrible music mostly, oldies are good. classic rock is good too. today’s music sucks. outdated. probably going to be obsolete. small, portable dad has. those are really going to be obsolete. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh radio radio radio listening to the radio today with glenny. it was mostly bad, some good. alex has terrible music taste. music is important in life, but most of it is bad, hard to find good stuff
I turned on the radio and listened to the sound of an angry man screaming through a microphone. his gruff lyrics seemed like he was trying to get the listener to take some kind of action, but far be it from me to know what that was. the rawness of his energy came through the speakers and made something inside me want to be involved in whatever he was talking about.
The radio played softly in the background, a jumbled combination of bad lyrics and static. She waves her arm absently and doesn’t notice the flies buzzing round her head. I shudder. This is her life?
I kept changing the channel. Nothing spoke to me. Every song was loud. Speaking heads were loud. But still, I always turn it on when I get in the car.
I used to work at a radio station. It was lots of fun. The pay sucked, but that’s because they could get anyone to do the job. Most everyone is qualified to do small market radio. It’s still a lot of fun and you get paid for playing music and talking.
Static. radio means static. this static we jumble together and listen to to drown out the static of the world around us which drowns out the static of the world around it. that drowns out the static of the questions none of us really dont know how to answer.
1940’s radio hour the first show was better but my friends were in the second and the costumes were bad but the song was good i can’t believe i only have two more years with them college will be hard i have no idea what i want to do i wonder if zach feels the same hes graduating i hope i dont cry when he goes
Radio.
Freddie Mercury, Radio Ga Ga.
The radio is on in the background right now, actually. First it was The Who, now Fleetwood Mac.
My father is a big fan of the radio.
I personally think it’s just background noise. Like now, for instance.
I’ll take my record player over a radio any day.
I listen to it as often as I can and turn it up as loud as it can go. I focus on the music and the meaning of the lyrics I am hearing, completely blocking out life and all of it’s problems. It’s almost like therapy, just not efficient enough to fix my own problems. But it does help ease the pain all of the problems cause me.
Every time I hear that song on the radio
I think of you
I remember when we’d sing it together
And you’d hold me like I was special
I miss those times
I miss you
The radio is a good way to connect with the world around you. It is how i keep up with news and music. It helps connect everyone in the community and its just overall really funny at times. Unless its Glenn Beck. That shit is boring.
Video killed the radio star didn’t it? Didn’t we all watch her die? Such tragic endings to such beautifully told stories. How could we let music die?
Static. Unsurprising. It’s not like there were any radio stations around. She expected nothing less from the desert. She left the radio on, and scooched down further into her chair, fully intending to go to sleep to the sound, and not to wake up. If she couldn’t die to the sound of rain, she’d settle for static.
Most of the time the radio just plays things over and over again, same songs every hour. But what I love about the radio is the contests and all the challenges that it offers. It’s great.
Radiohead the band or maybe the song by Talking Heads. I LOVE Talking Heads. I never listen to the radio anymore I really think radio music isn’t that great these days and there are too many commercials. I’d rather look up new bands online and check them out on itunes. There’s so many good bands that never make it on the radio don’t just stick with the mainstream stuff that’s out there. Explore new music and genres!
And it’s a simple thing to listen to, simple remedies to mend the unhappy you see every once in a while, while you beg to fall in love but all you really need is some one to be there for you. Well sometimes it’s only the radio humming along that gets you to move on.
She held it tightly to her ear, listening to the static that whispered to her in the deadness of her Tuesday night. She caressed it like a friend and kissed it tenderly where the speakers were, wishing it were human too.
it is a radio it makes sounds it is a radio i listen to it in car it plays shitty kesha over and over till my ears bleed omg its the worst thing ever its like an elephant stepping on a lemer and the lemer has beetles in its mouth and you can hear the screams of the beetles and the crunching sounds and then the whole safari starts going nuts that what kesha is like
Sweat trickled down my back, but I ignored it. The bass was loud and vibrating so much that it shook my core. I jumped as high as my feet would allow and shook my arms in the air. All I could see was a mass of bodies all jumping in unison to the same song. We were one for the moment being, and I permitted myself to accept that fact.
i listen to the radio i cannot sing along i cannot change the station i listen to the radio and lie here in this bed i was a young and reckless kid who believed himself invincible i played with fire i played with hearts believing that i would live forever i listen to the radio i blink my yes and no i used to fight i used to yell, but now i listen to the radio i lay here trying to remember what i did before i listened to the radio, but all i remember is that i was young that i stood tall and that i didn’t care about what i did, because before that night i was whole.
the radio is awesome; I love the idea that you can hear virtually anything while on the radio; find your new favorite song, or learn something new. A radio station we have near where I live does narratives people have written on their experiences with life.
I listened to the radio this morning, like every morning. They played my favourite song. I love it when they do that. It makes my day that much better, I just want to smile all day long. Especially when someone offers me hot coffe before I leave home. And if someone gives me a hug when I reach my destination.
Pirate radio in the 60’s. Started the music scene we know today. But today there are too many adverts and it’s all about money. Music is a second class citizen on the radio.
The radio had been blasting beside my head all evening, and I was about ready to sleep now. Funny, because music doesn’t normally do that to me. Sometimes I get lucky. That’s all. Better luck next time they said.
The hiss and the crackle, the constant friend, the voice that keeps me going on the long days on the road. All this is my radio, all this is why I need to have my digital radio in the car. Who would have thought that it would come so far, who would have thought from Marconi’s small beginnings. But there you have it, it is there and it is a part of my life that is there to stay.
I listen to the radio when I want to hear music that dosnt remind me of anything new stuff stuff with no memories attached songs that are fresh and clean