I was on the front patio midday Sunday waiting for some election canvassing troupe to pick me up to go door-knocking and flyer-hanging. Beautiful day for it, too.
In the wait I had a cup of coffee; the one drink medics will allow me anymore (a wee airline-bottle toot of JD over an ice cube) and a GE SR II tuned to whatever station 'did it' for me. The AM dial was the usual scanner/jammer/RF/mess-- making even a football pre-game show on the loudest AM station, WPPA, unlistenable. I switched to the FM side.
Some WVIA Scranton translator got me to mellow with a piece that the anncr said was from The Hobbit. It was far easier on my senses that the nothing assemblyline slop that loud T-102 and semi-local 'V-99.7' were playing. You know -- those current A/C and Hot A/C tunes that deserve to need only 1:20 long to say whatever they have to lament but feel that dragging out the repetitive half-riff dirges to 5:30 will be perceived as a form of quality.
A few religious stations got the same shrug -- even the songs.
I hooked up the metal fence to the GE SRII's antenna screw and tried for a station I haven't caught in months (long story). The presentation sounded a bit voice-tracked, but the three in a row songs I heard got me in the mood: Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, The Rhythm of the Night (Miami Sound Machine), and one by a guy I thought to be Lou Gramm (the title of which might have been 'Higher and Higher').
A horn tooted and I went off to be an activist. But only after getting some adrenaline and optimism from Hanna-FM (WHNA 92.3, 'The Susquehanna's Greatest Hits'). They are getting splendid ratings playing their particular version of Oldies.