October 19, 2005
The Call-in Show
Archi-Sapper and I don't yet have a television. Well, we do, but it doesn't work. No, it's not a hand-me-down, it is brand new. And it doesn't work. We braved the New Orleans Best Buy on Monday afternoon and picked through the 10-15 sets they had left in the category we wanted (27 inch flat screen). We found one that Consumer Reports had rated highly and carted it to the apartment and up the two flights of stairs (Archi-Sapper did that part). When we opened the box, we saw that the screen had not been bolted to the plastic mounting and was falling out. Thus, we have another trip to Best Buy in our future.
All of this is to say that we'll have a few more nights of the clock radio as our entertainment. When I sit on the bed at night and listen to AM radio, I feel like I'm living in Little House on the Prairie. I didn't realize how dependent I was on t.v. for entertainment or even background noise until I didn't have one. The last time I was without a t.v. was when I was a one L in law school renting a furnished apartment (which was furnished with everything except electronics equipment). The biggest problem with the radio is the dire lack of programming.
After scanning through the dial, I lit upon a call-in radio show. I've never been one to listen to talk radio, so I didn't really know what to expect. This show was so New Orleans it hurt. The show consisted of two DJ's who would take random people's calls (and these calls clearly weren't screened like they are on most shows with any listeners) and listen to them gripe. They offered no solutions, it was mostly just griping. A sample follows:
DJ One:Welcome back to the show. It looks like we have some calls, so let's go to Line One with Mike in Slidell. Hello, Mike, are you there?
*silence*
DJ Two: Hello, Mike? Mike? Okay folks, we lost Mike. Let's go to Line Four with Cindy in Gretna. Cindy are you there? Hello Cindy?
*silence*
DJ One: Hello? Cindy? Cindy, baby, you there? Well, I think Cindy was holding for a long time and we lost her. Sorry about that, baby. Call us back, Cindy. Let's go to Line Two with Matt Fancypants in Uptown. Matt are you there?
Matt: Yeah, I'm here.
DJ One: Matt! Good to have you on. Matt Fancypants, I remember when you were all-state in football at XYZ high school. Then you went on to play for Tulane, baby!
Matt: Yeah, that was me.
DJ One: You were the bomb, baby! The bomb! We've got a legend on our show tonight, ladies and gentlemen! You were the best, Matt baby.
Matt: Well, thank ya, thank ya, baby. I was on City Council in da parish for a while, but I moved on.
DJ One: We're so glad to have you, baby! This is old school, boys! I been knowin' Matt Fancypants forever. Matt Fancypants, I can't believe it. Hoo, boy.
Matt: Yeah, thanks.
DJ Two: So what can we do for you, Matt?
Matt: Well, I was just calling because I think it is a disgrace that the City of NewOrweans hasn't picked up the two bags of leaves I left on my front porch. I left 'em there two weeks ago and f'two weeks they been sitting there and that ain't right, baby.
DJ One: No kidding. Two weeks, it's been?
Matt: Yes, two weeks. And I just want to say that I love this City and I'm proud of it but the City's gotta help us out.
DJ Two: That's right, Matt. You tell 'em.
Matt: Well, that's it. That's all I wanted to say.
DJ One: Well listen, Matt, thanks so much for calling in. It was good talking to ya, baby!
Matt: You, too, dawlin'. Latah.
I can't take much more of this.
Posted by Kitty at October 19, 2005 01:04 PM
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It's been like that since, oh, about August 29. It passed into the realm of boring/tiresome around September 3 or so. Our world has changed, kitty. If our blogs are still around in 20 years or so, we'll look back and laugh.
Posted by: Rob at October 20, 2005 01:01 PM