One good thing about music, when it hits you you feel no pain. Bob Marley.
Upon buying a car recently the young man who sold it to me made a serious Pre-judgement about who I am. He jumped into the car on collection and changed only one preset.
He literally looked at me, said nothing, looked at the radio and plugged in a new preset.
So what was it? Clearly a funky new age, hip music station? Or one with earthy, Australian beats? Alternative? Surely a station with funk?
“Smoothfm your easy place to relax”
How insulting, do I look like a grandma? He certainly made me feel like one.
It turns out he may have been onto something. Ok, so I like it and if that says something about my age, my generation, my sensibilities, so be it!
Elton John, Michael Buble, Adele.
80s, 90s soft rock. God, I can’t even describe it and make it sound cool.
I indignantly told this story to some 15 year old students last week and before I got to the point that I actually like it Sophie said “Ooh, yuck, yeah, that’s a terrible radio station.” Hmmm….
Well, I can say with surety that I am not 15 anymore. I’m guessing you ant surprised?
My husband and I have very different listening tastes. He likes SEN. A football dedicated channel, and I sometimes listen to current affairs (ABC Radio National) or, as you now know, Smooth FM. If he has been in the car his presets are always playing. But my own are always still there waiting for me. What will I do when the kids want to have some of their own too?
If the kids have been in the car then the wiggles may have been on, and admittedly I have been known to sing along and listen to the wiggles for over 20 minutes before I realise the kids aren’t actually in the car any more, but I think I’m not alone there. Please tell me I’m not alone there?
If you ever feel the need to change someone’s presets, don’t.
They are like a private sanctuary waiting to be tuned into at will. They should be self selected and not chosen by anyone else, especially not the man selling you your car, even if he might have been right on the mark.
He am me feel my age! Ugh, don’t you hate that!