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So I’m driving around town, running errands, station-hopping in an attempt to find some music on the radio. My tapes are out of reach or I wouldn’t bother, because trying to find music on the radio — at least in the morning — is futile. (Finding smarmy DJ’s performing unfunny verbal masturbation is, in contrast, no challenge at all.)

Anyway, I switch to a station to hear the announcer say “…playing great music from the 1980s!” Must be another joke, I thought; they’ll play 15 seconds of silence and jest, “ahh, sorry, we couldn’t find any great music from the 1980s.”

But no, they broke into a Pat Benatar Half-Hour.

At which point I decided I’d have been happier with 15 seconds of silence.