I really miss you. And even though it’s only been a week or maybe two, I miss how you hate the songs on the radio. I can still see it -you, driving, screaming every word that the singers sung. And even though you said you hated it, I find that really hard to believe.
The radio buzzes in my ear. I want it off and it just keeps buzzing. I turn the dial all the while buzzing. I walk away and it buzzes it never stops its always humming in my ear.
What comes through the radio anyway, but words and sounds from strangers, ideas and happenings far away, and commercials for car washes and chiropractors?
He looked at the old radio resting on the table and tuned in to his favourite station. The sound almost seemed to reach his ears, just like it had, so long ago.
sound audio talback presenter music news opinion changed the world not replaced by tv simply complemented still going strong. thousands of channels thousands of forms… still not natural in the ipod :( one day it will be hopefully
I heard it on the radio. some idiot had just flown into the world’s tallest building. i ran to the tv. a little later i saw another plane fly into the second tower of the world’s tallest building. it get’s scarier as you watch. people started to jump out of the building. the buildings collapsed. and a war began. i heard it on the radio.
I sae this before and it was exactly the same word, although it doesn’t make a difference becasue I don’t speak english anymore. I know it looks like I do, but that’s just a big fat illusion. Anyway, as I was saying… Or, well… dammit
radio who, i have an sms an SOS ohh am sorry,
i am doing nothing these days n am only listening to radio all day lllong .. what a waste is it , even i donn know … neway what am i doing now ???
the radio in my room blasted on, waking me into a shocked state. i looked at the time and saw that it was already 630. shit, i am going to be late. i jumped out of bed and threw on the same thing i had worn the night before and raced out of the house.
Radios push information into the air for anyone with capable ears and the desire to listen to listen. The waves are a chaotic mess of information, lies, sin, filling the minds of many monkeys with nothingness.
Radio is never going extinct because of its simplicity. It may change radically in content, but not in form. It will transcend time and when humanity is all but gone, it will remain as our everlasting mean of mass communication.
The radio has a been a fine tool in thew past and can still be of use in the futrue. At the present it has become a propaganda tool. As well, as the tv. But, this form
I really wish that I hadn’t heard of drugs on the radio that fateful night, had I not, I would not have known immediately that, that scoundrel was up to no good. No good at all, for murder, and fear was in the air, replaced by lust.
Long ago, people gathered around a device that transmitted sound alone. In their minds, they conjured pictures from those sounds, letting the invisible voices sculpt galleries of adventure and mystery in the air around them. They laughed and cried because a pitch rose or fell. Now they sit staring at everything made concrete on a screen and they harden with reality.
radio was the beginning of a new era families gathered around the wooden box to listen to dramas, soap operas and action/adventure. the radio later became a propagator of popular music to a wide audience.
it’s just my radio, ho holmes this be my radio. Yo I got’s what you need in my hand, and I must make you understand. I got your radio. transmission frequency I listen to it. Most music sucks. repetition. same songs. Rush Limbaugh. Ipod doesn’t work. I got you in my hand and must make you understand. Where my pork chop bitch?
The lone maven trekked across the rugged landscape. The sun was harsh, and threatened to darken the already deep toned heroine’s skin. She brushed a lock of craggly hair from her face and looked around. Her radio began picking up static. Someone was nearby…
“This is a dedication to someone out there called Irene Gan. The dedicator wants to remain anonymous in name. He says he wants a divorce. Irene, if you are out there and you are listening in to this, we hope you are ok.”
driving home from school means things are going through my head that i’m not ready to notice. i listen to the ghetto station to keep myself busy. now i know all the popular mainstream songs, which helps in social situations.
Who killed the radio star! ah Video :)
And then there are radio waves
I want to develop my own frequency
But would then have to find people with similar wavelenghts
And communicate with them
Difficult it is
Even now i can say that
Maybe all lines in that route would be busy or set to different tunings
I just want to drive as far and as fast as I can. Straight through the night, stars falling above, hair streaming in the wind, radio up…each mile nearer to him.
“turn the radio on and turn the radio up” is really the only thing that comes to mind at the time. I suppose that it gives me a sense of pseudo-culture when it comes to certain songs of a certain time, but as is mplied by the pseudo- root, it is only a mere illusion at best.
I love the sound. I love driving through the state and listening as the stations fade out. I then look for another, just browsing till I find what I like.
Music is at the core of existence it is literally what makes us live…they say if you break a cell down past atom past all that the most minute scale is a vibrating string which as most know is music so it literally makes us live…please listen to mewithoutYou if you get the chance and keep your mind open
Radio again? I was hoping for a new word, but I suppose I’ll have to stick with this one. I really like to listen to the music I have, and therefore Lala.com is a great service for me. That way I can use the internet like a radio, but I get to choose the songs I’d like to listen to. Other than that, I really don’t listen to the radio.
radio thae first thing that comes to mind is listening to hOP hATTIGAN and Tarzan and The Seahawk s a kid also Henry Simon mystery hour when he ended the program with with It’s not goodby but simple au revoir. I loved liste ing
i just think of my absolutely retarded friends and how we used to make fun of alee for dancing with that special ed kid at the club. the way they would just bend over was so fucking funny. it was disgusting, i wonder if she was trying to make you jealous. that shit was forever ago, i miss how close we all used to be, the way we knew that no matter what when it came to be nighttime we were going to hang out, even if it just met spending countless hours in a parking lot.
The radio falls over the side and into the Atlantic, and no one even thinks to grab it. The crew simply watch as the water churns and knocks the boat off-balance, sending their only source of entertainment into the swirling, frothing abyss, never to eke out another one of Captain Lonestar’s country oldies again.
I remember when I first heard “On The Radio”. You and me, in the car, listening to your iPod, and I realized just how much I loved you. Hope you’re reading this, but you’ll never know and I could never tell you. <3
eu odeio rádio. Obsoletíssimo. Já morreu há muito, pelo menos através do meio que costumava ser utilizado. Talvez ainda haja espaço para ele na Internet
I like to listen to the radio it’s fun the radio station I listen to plays music too fast what is with that thats so i odd i dont like that also i know about like fm and am and whatnot also that morse code uses radio waves it hink i dont really know too much about it im just tyring to spout as much info i can about the radio radio video killed the radio star in my mind we cant rewind weve gone to far starrr radio starrrrrrr
Today I listened to the radio.
The words made pcitures
and the pictures made stories.
The stories were of dancers
singers
lovers
fighters.
Heartbreak
Love stories
and my life.
All rolled up into one little
song.
On the radio we hear songs of sorrow, change the channel; we hear songs with thumping bass, change the channel; we hear folksy bluesy songs, songs with a twangy gee-tar, change the channel.
I really miss you. And even though it’s only been a week or maybe two, I miss how you hate the songs on the radio. I can still see it -you, driving, screaming every word that the singers sung. And even though you said you hated it, I find that really hard to believe.
The radio buzzes in my ear. I want it off and it just keeps buzzing. I turn the dial all the while buzzing. I walk away and it buzzes it never stops its always humming in my ear.
What comes through the radio anyway, but words and sounds from strangers, ideas and happenings far away, and commercials for car washes and chiropractors?
He looked at the old radio resting on the table and tuned in to his favourite station. The sound almost seemed to reach his ears, just like it had, so long ago.
sound audio talback presenter music news opinion changed the world not replaced by tv simply complemented still going strong. thousands of channels thousands of forms… still not natural in the ipod :( one day it will be hopefully
I heard it on the radio. some idiot had just flown into the world’s tallest building. i ran to the tv. a little later i saw another plane fly into the second tower of the world’s tallest building. it get’s scarier as you watch. people started to jump out of the building. the buildings collapsed. and a war began. i heard it on the radio.
I sae this before and it was exactly the same word, although it doesn’t make a difference becasue I don’t speak english anymore. I know it looks like I do, but that’s just a big fat illusion. Anyway, as I was saying… Or, well… dammit
radio who, i have an sms an SOS ohh am sorry,
i am doing nothing these days n am only listening to radio all day lllong .. what a waste is it , even i donn know … neway what am i doing now ???
the radio in my room blasted on, waking me into a shocked state. i looked at the time and saw that it was already 630. shit, i am going to be late. i jumped out of bed and threw on the same thing i had worn the night before and raced out of the house.
Radios push information into the air for anyone with capable ears and the desire to listen to listen. The waves are a chaotic mess of information, lies, sin, filling the minds of many monkeys with nothingness.
Radio is never going extinct because of its simplicity. It may change radically in content, but not in form. It will transcend time and when humanity is all but gone, it will remain as our everlasting mean of mass communication.
The radio has a been a fine tool in thew past and can still be of use in the futrue. At the present it has become a propaganda tool. As well, as the tv. But, this form
I really wish that I hadn’t heard of drugs on the radio that fateful night, had I not, I would not have known immediately that, that scoundrel was up to no good. No good at all, for murder, and fear was in the air, replaced by lust.
Long ago, people gathered around a device that transmitted sound alone. In their minds, they conjured pictures from those sounds, letting the invisible voices sculpt galleries of adventure and mystery in the air around them. They laughed and cried because a pitch rose or fell. Now they sit staring at everything made concrete on a screen and they harden with reality.
radio was the beginning of a new era families gathered around the wooden box to listen to dramas, soap operas and action/adventure. the radio later became a propagator of popular music to a wide audience.
He took the radio and smashed the damned thing onto the concrete floor. Good riddance.
radiohead
don’t get any big ideas
they’re not gonna happen
it’s just my radio, ho holmes this be my radio. Yo I got’s what you need in my hand, and I must make you understand. I got your radio. transmission frequency I listen to it. Most music sucks. repetition. same songs. Rush Limbaugh. Ipod doesn’t work. I got you in my hand and must make you understand. Where my pork chop bitch?
The lone maven trekked across the rugged landscape. The sun was harsh, and threatened to darken the already deep toned heroine’s skin. She brushed a lock of craggly hair from her face and looked around. Her radio began picking up static. Someone was nearby…
i love radio. it keeps e going on the car ride to work.
“This is a dedication to someone out there called Irene Gan. The dedicator wants to remain anonymous in name. He says he wants a divorce. Irene, if you are out there and you are listening in to this, we hope you are ok.”
driving home from school means things are going through my head that i’m not ready to notice. i listen to the ghetto station to keep myself busy. now i know all the popular mainstream songs, which helps in social situations.
Who killed the radio star! ah Video :)
And then there are radio waves
I want to develop my own frequency
But would then have to find people with similar wavelenghts
And communicate with them
Difficult it is
Even now i can say that
Maybe all lines in that route would be busy or set to different tunings
I just want to drive as far and as fast as I can. Straight through the night, stars falling above, hair streaming in the wind, radio up…each mile nearer to him.
“turn the radio on and turn the radio up” is really the only thing that comes to mind at the time. I suppose that it gives me a sense of pseudo-culture when it comes to certain songs of a certain time, but as is mplied by the pseudo- root, it is only a mere illusion at best.
what i wish my life could be represented as.
a box that plays songs.
you don’t have to choose, the radio chooses for you.
it’s amazing.
and underrated.
it makes me sad when i hear “radio is dying.”
i don’t want to see that day.
I love the sound. I love driving through the state and listening as the stations fade out. I then look for another, just browsing till I find what I like.
Music is at the core of existence it is literally what makes us live…they say if you break a cell down past atom past all that the most minute scale is a vibrating string which as most know is music so it literally makes us live…please listen to mewithoutYou if you get the chance and keep your mind open
sing and play all day. wake me up to say good day. Listen, quietly, Listen Loudly, just listen. Radio Radio
Radio again? I was hoping for a new word, but I suppose I’ll have to stick with this one. I really like to listen to the music I have, and therefore Lala.com is a great service for me. That way I can use the internet like a radio, but I get to choose the songs I’d like to listen to. Other than that, I really don’t listen to the radio.
I sit down, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I silence the random thoughts and just tune in to Radio Universe.
PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION!!!! Yesss!
radio thae first thing that comes to mind is listening to hOP hATTIGAN and Tarzan and The Seahawk s a kid also Henry Simon mystery hour when he ended the program with with It’s not goodby but simple au revoir. I loved liste ing
i just think of my absolutely retarded friends and how we used to make fun of alee for dancing with that special ed kid at the club. the way they would just bend over was so fucking funny. it was disgusting, i wonder if she was trying to make you jealous. that shit was forever ago, i miss how close we all used to be, the way we knew that no matter what when it came to be nighttime we were going to hang out, even if it just met spending countless hours in a parking lot.
The radio falls over the side and into the Atlantic, and no one even thinks to grab it. The crew simply watch as the water churns and knocks the boat off-balance, sending their only source of entertainment into the swirling, frothing abyss, never to eke out another one of Captain Lonestar’s country oldies again.
I remember when I first heard “On The Radio”. You and me, in the car, listening to your iPod, and I realized just how much I loved you. Hope you’re reading this, but you’ll never know and I could never tell you. <3
eu odeio rádio. Obsoletíssimo. Já morreu há muito, pelo menos através do meio que costumava ser utilizado. Talvez ainda haja espaço para ele na Internet
I like to listen to the radio it’s fun the radio station I listen to plays music too fast what is with that thats so i odd i dont like that also i know about like fm and am and whatnot also that morse code uses radio waves it hink i dont really know too much about it im just tyring to spout as much info i can about the radio radio video killed the radio star in my mind we cant rewind weve gone to far starrr radio starrrrrrr
Today I listened to the radio.
The words made pcitures
and the pictures made stories.
The stories were of dancers
singers
lovers
fighters.
Heartbreak
Love stories
and my life.
All rolled up into one little
song.
On the radio we hear songs of sorrow, change the channel; we hear songs with thumping bass, change the channel; we hear folksy bluesy songs, songs with a twangy gee-tar, change the channel.
Turn the radio off.
Can you hear it? This is our moment.