Into The Radio Desert

We’ve all heard of urban food deserts.  That’s the clever name given to inner-city areas where it is difficult to find places that sell affordable, good quality fresh food, like milk, fruits and vegetables.  In urban food deserts, the only options are convenience stores that exclusively sell soft drinks, chips, and processed foods that are rich in preservatives.

It’s annoying where you enter an urban “radio desert.”  That’s an area where you search the radio dial, trying desperately to find something worth listening to — but you work your way through the entire dial, on both AM and FM, and come up with zilch.

South Florida seems to be an urban radio desert.  Hit the search button in your rental car, and you’re likely to hear talk radio in Spanish, Christian radio, investment advice shows, and generic electronica and plastic “adult contemporary” stations with annoying, phony high-energy, happy talk DJs.  They’re the orange soda and pork rinds of radio.  So far as my scanning indicates, there is no NPR, no classical station, no decent classic rock station, and not even a good sports talk radio option.  How can that be?

Being on the road for work is tough, but at least the radio can provide the illusion of having some company on your travels. When you enter an urban radio desert, even that solace is stripped away.  Still, I’d rather drive in silence than listen to some hopped-up morning show DJs, ads about how to get rid or debts for pennies on the dollar or warnings that I’m going to hell.