Often when we're traveling by car I like to scan through the radio stations as we go, hoping to hear something new or something I haven't heard in a while, or even better, discover a station with a format and playlist that is surprising and satisfying and so pleasurably passes the time. As music, like so much other media, becomes more and more solipsistic, such stations are more and more rare. Sometimes, I worry about the future of radio.
But today, as we were whizzing around the Richmond Bypass on our way home from the beach our scanning landed loud and clear on Bing Crosby singing White Christmas. "What the heck!" I said to Heidi, and peered at the display screen: Radio SNTA. The next cut was a hilarious mash-up version of The Twelve Days of Christmas by Straight No Chaser, and then the DJ, Santa himself, broke in to explain that he wasn't ready to head back to the North Pole quite yet, and so Richmond got to enjoy some holiday spirit a bit longer than usual.
Truth be told, I was hooked (and Heidi is very tolerant), so we sang along with an interesting and charming assortment of holiday songs until we were halfway to Fredericksburg, where the station faded into static and Christmas was past once more.
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