Does anyone ever pay attention?

While we were driving home we were listening to the Oldies station, one that flogs the songs of the sixties and seventies as "sing along" music. This music used to be so cutting edge the grownups turned it off, hated it, banned it. It was evil, and sure to send all of us who listened to it straight to hell, which is probably a reasonable adult reaction to whatever the kids are getting up to. Regarding music, it seems to be a normal cycle that whatever used to be hot is now music for children, although I beseech the Musical Muse that Snoop's songs are never recycled in this fashion. Whatever.

Still, you'd think that the D.J.s spinning those platters would have some familiarity with the sounds they're transmitting over the air waves, and have appropriate tag lines for the songs. I think they're all talking on cell phones while they jockey the discs around. The song that was playing this evening when we coasted into the driveway was Gilbert O'Sullivan's ballad, Alone Again, Naturally. This has to be one of the saddest songs ever written. The singer wants to commit suicide at the beginning of the song, and at the end is mourning the deaths of his parents. So what does the D.J. say when the song finishes? He all but chirped something to the tune of, "Songs that make you happy!"Happy?! About suicide and losing your family?!? It's fine that they play diverse songs from the sixties and seventies, even Alone Again, Naturally, but, for crying out loud (which was what Mr. O'Sullivan was doing), make some connection between what's played, and what the D.J. says!

Yes, I can't think of anything much more trivial to get irked about, but it's just indicative of the general attitude of many people who are floating along in their bubbles of Magical ME! that nothing else registers. They all seem to have cell-ulite where their brains ought to be.