We Be Jammin'

I love my XM Radio. I love that it has 16 million channels, of which I listen to 4, but the options are so much better than my limited small town radio station channels which offer: classic rock, classic rock, alternative, a grainy classical station, classic rock, and that's it. I've heard enough of Ozzy's Crazy Train to last me 3 life times.

We listen to very few of what XM has to offer, although I've been known to listen to the traffic report in Detroit -- why? because I can -- to hear all of the familiar street names. (Same reports as ever, incidentally, it's like I was right there.) I know, I need to come back to reality. The nearest 4 lane freeway to me is an hour away. Anyhoo...usually my default station is Classical Pops. It just is. It's easy, it's good, it doesn't require thought, unless I want it to. When Chris is in the car, it's station number 54 (I believe those are the numbers) Jam On. I certainly don't mind that, and we listen to it so much, it's just like putting on your favorite pair of shoes. It just makes sense.

There is a great kids music station. Well, great at most points of the day. In the afternoon there is absolutely horrible deejay with a voice that would cut glass, and the humor of cat poo. Occasionally there might be humor in cat poo, but not usually. I try and steer clear of that station. BUT Greta does enjoy it, and is recognizing songs and finding her nitch. She likes the fast ones. Being an elementary educator, and seeing as much of my background -- and my favorite age of all -- is the littlest people, I really like this station too. So I certainly endulge her.

But I want to create an image for you. It's dark. Dark dark. Not even the morning light as begun to wake up the world. It's rainy, and it's the chilliest day in about 7 months. You are currently driving at the speed of nothing. Because you're stuck behind a school bus that is stopping every...3...houses. And waiting. Because God forbid the kids wait in the rain for the school bus. And this song comes on. And suddenly you find yourself not only annoyed by your terrible circumstances, but wide awake. And suddenly some more your shoulders start rockin', your torso starts twisting, and you find yourself boogying to the electrifying early morning beat to what you can only assume is so aptly named because America's favorite wheel-bound pet enjoys a good techno beat to------- The Hamster Dance. Oh, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, please please please go search and listen to this for 10 seconds. I guarantee it will improve the quality of this post 10 fold. I was trying to upload it here, but couldn't. PLEASE.

Edited content: Thank you so much for whomever found the exact music which began my morning. Please visit www.webhamster.com.