What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?

I’m back from New Mexico and just waiting until I leave again for New Year’s. Time in my former home-state, as I mentioned before, usually does me some good.

Yet, I have one tiny complaint. When, oh when, did the radio in Albuquerque get to be so bad? My parents live in the mountains, so it is at least a thirty minute drive to see anybody/anything. Sure, I could have used that time for quiet contemplation, but I wanted some tunes, man. What did I find instead?

First, evangelical Christians seem to control forty percent of New Mexico radio. Next, that Spanish-language stations in New Mexico gear their stuff to mariachi rather than modern. Finally, Albuquerque must be filled with some easy-listening fanatics (I suspect it is all those Anglos who are constantly sunning themselves on rocks).

Basically, my drives into the city consisted of forty minutes of the following:

“. . .The first time ever I saw your face . . .”
*click*
“. . .Personal savior. . .”
*click*
“. . .Aye, aye, aye. . .”
*click*
“. . .John Tesh Radio Hour . . .”
*click*
“. . .Reborn in his greatness. . .”
*click*
“. . . De Colores . . .”
*click*
". . . Lady in Red . . ."
*click*
". . . Mi Rancho Grande. . ."
*click*
". . . God spoke to me in a wetdream . . ."
*click*
“Welcome to the all Bee Gees network. . .”

Auuuuuuuuuugh!