Recently I’ve started listening to my husband’s radio station “CHOM 97.7“, its a classic rock station and is quite a soft and mellow change from my normal listenings to one of CHOM’s sister stations with its barrage of new music, repeative riffs and bass-filled banging tunes. My ears have stopped ringing and I am finally hearing the music.
I spend a lot of time stuck in traffic, so people watching has become an afternoon hobby.
I have discovered over my time of Montreal traffic people watching that there is a secret society, a club if you will, among fellow “stuck in traffic-ers”. This club – similar to the Free Masons – is known, but never spoken of. Perhaps a fight club with out the fighting. (Just don’t tell Edward Norton I’ve broken the first law of fight club, please).
CHOM has shown me the light, and let me enter this secret yet widely visable club.
I’ve often questioned what the heck people are singing to when in the car – and now I know. Its CHOM.
Over the past several weeks, I have been conducting rigerous experiments to confirm these findings.
At every stop light and stop sign. On the 40 past St Jean in the Gridlock, or on Des Anciens Combattants Boulevard in Ste Anne de Bellevue in stopped traffic jams I see them, the members of the secret society belting out tunes, jamming on air guitars, and keeping beat on steering wheel drums.
I thought this station that keeps all armchair (or driver’s seat) disc jockeys in unison was a fable, a story. . .
I see CHOM listeners everywhere. They are many. . . .
I’ve let my hair down, and tuned my air guitar. . . . .I’m in the Spirit to Rock!
And Revisionist history is pretty good, too.
(For those that want to listen to CHOM live on their computers, simply log onto their website, and choose listen now!)