(This is not a paid post that is why there is no single link here except links to my husband's website and my previous post)
In my previous post, I was pining to be home for Christmas. Of course, I have to take my husband with me. But if I were to go back to my home country, I would miss one American thing terribly; my satellite radio. That's one thing about I love the U.S. ----its accessibility to satellite radio. (I don't think there's any nation in the world which can acquire satellite radio signals except America).
I grew up hearing music. Even in the thatched-grass hut where we used to live, we had a radio where my father would turn on to his favorite stations playing Perry Como, Johnny Mathis, Bing Crosby, Paul Anka, Connie Francis, The Cascades, Everly Brothers, Beatles, etc. During the weekends, he would play the radio all day and all night. When we moved to a bigger bungalow, our family was able to buy a turntable and a cassette deck player. Since then, Papa could not be stopped coveting vinyl records of his favorite musical artists. We, his children, inherited the same passion for music. As a growing teenager, half of my allowance was spent on cassette tapes until I graduated from college. By the time I moved back home from the dormitory, my cassette tapes numbered to more than a thousand. My collection included, of course, the 80's pop stars--Madonna, Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, The Eurythmics, Spandau Ballet, The Smiths, and so many others.
Now you can understand how I've got to have my music. I cannot live without it. It's like air for me to breathe. When I met my husband, we suddenly clicked. He is a musician. And we both love the same songs. So, at home, we both hang around with the music on all the time. Sometimes, the music lilts from his Itunes on the Mac or laptop. Or most oftentimes, he plays the guitar or the keyboards. Occasionally, we play his father's vinyl records on our turntable. You can imagine how "musically-filled" is our little abode. Even while watching TV, he'd riff some tunes on the guitar saying he still does understand the dialogues.
So when we're both together in his car or in my car, the same thing goes. But we don't get it from an ordinary radio or CD player or Ipod. Ordinary radio loses its signal while traveling miles away. It's replete with payola and commercials. So, it really sucks. A CD player plays all the songs that you don't like to hear. Although you can change it or skip to another track, a CD has its limitations. Ipod plays only the songs you bought from a MP3 downloading site such as Itunes. Though it can play 1,000 tunes, it comes with a price of $1,000. And still you've got the same 1,000 tunes for you to listen over and over again. Unless you have another hundred or a thousand bucks to spare for some more songs.