I like almost all musical genres, and I especially used to enjoy the varied programming of WGBH in Boston--particularly the evening jazz and blues programs. But with advances in technology over the past decade, as well as the fact that I moved from city to suburbs and could no longer get a clear signal to one of my favorite stations, I drifted away from radio and listened instead to music on one of my iThings.
Today I am working at home. On a whim, I tuned the radio to WGBH, thinking I might enjoy some classical music while I worked. 9AM rolled around and news was still broadcasting. Then 10AM and 11AM passed and all I heard was more of the same: news and talk. So I checked WGBH programming online and was disappointed to discover that in the last year, the station had become pure talk radio for 36 hours of a 40-hour work week. All classical music had moved to a different station, which has a much smaller radio tower, thus more static and interference.
So today I feel sad about the passing of a a small but reliable part of my life I once found beautiful, something I assumed would always be there. And I am especially grateful for the memory of those nights when I drove home from grad school. At 7PM, I would tune the radio to WGBH and, after a day that felt like it would never end, instantly feel calmed by the bright, lilting intro to the Eric in the Evening program's opening theme song (Tommy Flannagan's Peace) as I drove across the Charles River on congested city streets with Boston's lights illuminating the silvery-grey still waters. Goodbye.