Postcards From Italy, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Give Radio a Chance

Dear Grand View College Radio,

I just wanted to tell you thanks, for playing decent music in the mornings lately. You really caught my attention a couple weeks ago when you let some guy play all of Kind of Blue on a rainy day, which was about the best thing that could have ever happened to anyone. Because of this, I decided to give you a chance.

And so far, you've been pretty good! Granted, you play too much bad rap in the late afternoon, and your kids show on the weekend is unwelcome (but not surprising, given that all of your student DJs are likely hung over). In the mornings, though, and sometimes even in the evenings, your playlists are pretty decent. Some of the artists you've given me in the last week alone are Devotchka, Hot Chip, Okkervil River, Bon Iver, even the Dead Kennedys. As much as I'd like to mourn the death of radio and just listen to my White Stripes CDs on the way to work, you've probably given me enough reason to keep your frequency as one of my radio presets.

Of course, this morning, you played 'Postcards From Italy', the Beirut song that everyone loves. I had to sit in my car and finish listening to it, and for a moment, there, I was in Portland, jumping around like a teenager with the worst headache I've ever had, living for the horns and the strings and the crowd.

Don't get too excited, okay? I'm still going to listen to the 90's at Noon sometimes when I am out and about over the lunch hour, and at night I'll probably opt for NPR's Night Music if you're playing Mike Jones or something else equally silly.

Sincerely,
Your Local Catgun

In Other News:
I have to start sleeping sometime. Cripes.

I'm also a little confused today but it's probably nothing. As usual.

Music I'm listening to today: Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island, and Parts & Labor - Mapmaker. I really like both of them, though they are quite different in sound and tone. Full reviews likely coming later this week. If I feel like it.