Marc
Spartanburg, South Carolina
The radio! The radio plays on and on! Like an annoying quiver in the background with annoying sound effects over every VJ's voice, and weird pulsating sounds during the dead-air, and outside of Knoxville TN there's the 420 Club on the "Extreme Radio" station, and all you have to do is smoke weed at 4:20 and call in and ask if you can join the 420 Club. Sounds hard, right? All these yokels with thick accents slobbering into their receivers talking about weed ... grand idea. And what the hell does "extreme" radio constitue? They should be naked in that damn booth with killer bees swarming all over their bodies, and dirty, dusty, rusty, used hypodermic needles on the ground, and they better have blindfolds on, and some of the tapes should be soundtracks of Monica slobbing on Clinton's knob, and they won't know which one is which until they hear, "Yeah, Senator ... Yeah, Senator. ... Yeah! Senator! ... Oh! Senator! Fucking Shit! ... OH! Senator! YYYYES!" and then the FCC slaps their "extreme" asses with a fine that'll put them out of business for good, hopefully.
I found some jazz outside of Atlanta, but that faded just about halfway between there and Chatanooga. I actually found myself listening to conservative talk radio between Chatanooga and Nashville, and on the way to South Carolina. I've got my cd's with me, but it'd been so long since I'd listened to the radio I figured I'd give it a shot one more time, and I think I've thoroughly pissed myself off enough to keep away from it for another four to five years. There was some asshole Horowitz (?) guy on the conservative station brow-beating Noam Chomsky and the campus, liberal left, basically saying that everyone who's ever attended a major university is either a communist or a terrorist. I felt like I should've been arrested after the things he was saying about people that are just like me! Christ, it was enough to make me almost want to scream.
Ugh. Sorry, that's all I got.
I did get the chance to view some beautiful scenery, though. Took a trip straight through/under/over/around the Great Smoky Mountains. It was misty, and breathtaking, and there were tunnels and hicks, and it was everything I thought it should've been. Thank me stars for me lucky cars. I put another 600 miles on the odometer today before I was allowed to call it quitting time. My butt hurts. But my brain doesn't.
Spartanburg, South Carolina
The radio! The radio plays on and on! Like an annoying quiver in the background with annoying sound effects over every VJ's voice, and weird pulsating sounds during the dead-air, and outside of Knoxville TN there's the 420 Club on the "Extreme Radio" station, and all you have to do is smoke weed at 4:20 and call in and ask if you can join the 420 Club. Sounds hard, right? All these yokels with thick accents slobbering into their receivers talking about weed ... grand idea. And what the hell does "extreme" radio constitue? They should be naked in that damn booth with killer bees swarming all over their bodies, and dirty, dusty, rusty, used hypodermic needles on the ground, and they better have blindfolds on, and some of the tapes should be soundtracks of Monica slobbing on Clinton's knob, and they won't know which one is which until they hear, "Yeah, Senator ... Yeah, Senator. ... Yeah! Senator! ... Oh! Senator! Fucking Shit! ... OH! Senator! YYYYES!" and then the FCC slaps their "extreme" asses with a fine that'll put them out of business for good, hopefully.
I found some jazz outside of Atlanta, but that faded just about halfway between there and Chatanooga. I actually found myself listening to conservative talk radio between Chatanooga and Nashville, and on the way to South Carolina. I've got my cd's with me, but it'd been so long since I'd listened to the radio I figured I'd give it a shot one more time, and I think I've thoroughly pissed myself off enough to keep away from it for another four to five years. There was some asshole Horowitz (?) guy on the conservative station brow-beating Noam Chomsky and the campus, liberal left, basically saying that everyone who's ever attended a major university is either a communist or a terrorist. I felt like I should've been arrested after the things he was saying about people that are just like me! Christ, it was enough to make me almost want to scream.
Ugh. Sorry, that's all I got.
I did get the chance to view some beautiful scenery, though. Took a trip straight through/under/over/around the Great Smoky Mountains. It was misty, and breathtaking, and there were tunnels and hicks, and it was everything I thought it should've been. Thank me stars for me lucky cars. I put another 600 miles on the odometer today before I was allowed to call it quitting time. My butt hurts. But my brain doesn't.
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