89.3 The Current

89.3 The Current is a fucking breath of fresh air. It's exactly what one would want from Satellite radio without the burden of cost: no continuous, devolving playlists, that cycle into themselves repeatedly like mating, hermaphroditic worms, or lecherous lawyers in an elephant walk; it has no ads, the DJ's love the music they spin, and while some songs do repeat over time, you cannot truly compare the multiple spins of the Arcade Fire, or the Shins, or even Atmosphere, in six hour periods to that of enless repetitions of I wanna Slit My Wrist When I Listen to this Muck I mean Hoobastank I mean that band that's going to be playing for some hobo's wedding reception in a year. And by Hobo, I mean that smelly dude whose eyes you didn't meat as you walked off with your two dollar short cappuccino.

I really wish I lived in the Twin Cities. Sure, listening to The Current is like stealing some white hipster's Ipod that his Mom bought him for Christmas. But he's an older hipster. Wiser. And his Ipod holds about five hundred more gigs.

And losing all the commercials about The Big Lot car sales? About how Lazer 103.3 will be at Daytonas, where the hottest girls in town will gladly bend down and pick up that dollar bill you dropped? Or just go ahead and listen to the commercial for Big Earl's, where every Tuesday is Amateur Night!

Listening to an online radio stream is like dating over the internet. Sure, it gets you through the lonely nights, but darnit, some days you just want to hold someone.

And anyone who plays Seu Jorge, My Bloody Valentine, Elliott Smith, the Shins, and the Olympic Hopefuls is worth hugging. Daily.