It comes kinda hard when I hear your voice on the radio
Taking me back down the road that leads back to you
I had a boyfriend who was a radio reporter. The first time I heard his voice coming out of the speakers, it plain freaked me out. A person! Who I knew! Talking on the radio like a grown-up!
Since the current boyfriend and I are both habitual public radio listeners, when we’re hanging out with the radio on, sometimes the ex shows up to the party.
Media are weird. I mean, with the Internet, everybody kinda expects the awkward boundary-rubbing, but radio was one of the last bastions of one-way communication, y’know?
The moral of the story is, if you love the shiny lights and noises that come out of the little boxes we spend so much time with, don’t sleep with anyone on the other side of the power switch.
