Got nothing in particular to say right now, so I’ll fire you eager music adventurers towards my favourite radio station in the world, what I accidentally found on my electrical computer one day.
Rocket 95.3 FM - The Rock Home of Stockholm - plays current alternative stuff that sounds like rock music, plus some 60s garage-punk stuff, the odd 70s chestnut, and some rabble-rousing metal from various eras as an aural sorbet, presuming you like gelati in your ears. And who doesn’t.
It’s the only radio station I’ve stumbled over that I don’t have to turn off every so often because I just can’t stand the current bracket of music. I haven’t struck any unendurable, lengthy runs of music yet. This makes the Rock Home of Stockholm a valuable resource indeed.
They’re really rocking right now while I’m typing this (in your past, but I have the magical Leapster time machine powers, and it’s my present). Hey I think the reason I know this song I’m rockin’ to is that it’s some wrestler’s intro music on WWE television.
The drivel in the preceding paragraph will give you some idea of the logic - although not exact content - you can expect from the various young Canadians and US-accented Swedes who DJ (apparently always in English) on Rocket 95.3 . Bear in mind the concept, “I think a smoking apparatus may have been involved, your worship” and you won’t go far wrong. It’s all great stuff - like a particularly stoned one-person rendition of a Cheech and Chong sketch.
Anyway, that’s the guys. I’ve just been listening to my very first female DJ on the Rocket. Cute somewhat croaky voice, Swedish-accented semi-mangled English, and suffice it to say, it’s a new peak in internet radio pornography even if she’s just reading tour dates or telling you she’s confused by all the “new technique” in the studio. Come to drink about it, they had a taped announcement of another woman reading campus activities in Swedish, and even that sounded reasonably steamy and exotic, and she was probably only talking about a amnesty on overdue library books, or the blue-plate Tuesday meatloaf special at the canteen.
What a great little country, and even though they don’t have these for cars anymore, finally a full service station for your ears.
The Earl, which you’ll probably have to copy and paste given my grasp of website “technique” goes a little something like this:
http://www.rocket.fm/rockoversweden/news/?ID=815#
Anyway, as she would put it, I now have to “go sheck out” some more of Becky’s DJing.
Remember, it’s the Big Thing in Norrkoping, it shakes parlours in Uppsala, it does the trick in Vastervik, but most of all, it’s the Rock Home of Stockholm. Be there. Or be where you are, and it will come to you, via computer wires. Or whatever. Excelsior!