Chaozhou I’ve spent a lot of time this summer criss-crossing the Catskills in my truck, going to landscaping jobs. My only companions are my thoughts and my FM radio. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy the radio in the Eastern Catskills. There’s Woodstock Radio, where I can hear “Maggie’s Farm” or Matthew Sweet or all the terribly adult Don Henley songs, plus the usual Classic Rock stations, then the alternative stations, and the hit music stations, and then there are a bunch of Catskill adult contemporary stations, which appear to be lefttover props from the filming of “Dirty Dancing.” They’re playing 80s songs I didn’t even hear in the 80s. “I know that’s Huey Lewis singing – but what song is this???” “My God – is that DeBarge?” Sometimes the return to the past has some content, like the XTC song I heard today. But at other times it’s just time warp. Yesterday I heard the song “Let’s Hear It For the Boy” twice in less than an hour of listening.
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