Radio Radio

I don't own a TV, and people often ask how I survive without one. I read, I surf, I chat, I nap, but mostly I listen to music. I'm fussy about my tunes, and ok - I'm stuck on '60s-'70s AOR, hold the hits and adverts, thank you.

Last Christmas, I subscribed to XM satellite radio. I pay for 200 channels but listen to only one: Deep Tracks Channel 40. Bands like Traffic, Genesis, the Moody Blues, Strawbs, and Ultimate Spinach, beamed down from thousands of miles in outerspace in all their original, full-length, obscure-album-cut glory. It's like modern-day pirate radio. You won't hear this stuff anywhere else.

My best friend these days is my XM portable satellite radio (pictured here). It's a first-gen Pioneer Airware which lets me listen at home or on the go. One of these days I'll buy a newer model. But for now, this one feeds my head just fine.