Oh siren of the airwaves

I have 90.1 FM programmed on my car stereo, but I think this is mostly so I can pretend I’m intellectual.  I don’t actually listen to it that much, although I definitely listen to it more than WREK or Album 88.  They are both quality stations, and as a former college DJ I feel like these stations deserve a place on my car preset list.  Still, I almost NEVER listen to them.  I like them in theory, but I actually listen to the crappy pop stations more, even though I have them “hidden” on the second set of presets for my stereo.  I don’t hide them from people who get in my car, I hide them from myself, from what I have become.  I have almost accepted that I have become old and lame, but not quite.  But I digress.

WABE is my fail-safe for when all I can find on mainstream radio is Jason Mraz.  If this happens in the morning, invariable it means I end up listening to Second Cup Concert and pretending I like classical music.

The real reason I get stuck on WABE in the morning is Lois Reitzes.  She’s been on WABE since 1979, so you don’t have any excuse not to know what I’m talking about.  She’s an Atlanta icon – have you been featured in American Jewish Life Magazine?  Didn’t think so.

There is something about her voice that I can’t put my finger on.  Her voice wavers ever so slightly, and she talks just slow enough that I think she is going to forget what she is saying.  She pauses, teasing me, and then continues on, smooth as can be.  It is like watching an old man totter down the road, slowly careening this way and that, but never actually falling.

I find it both infuriating and oddly enticing.  I can’t break away until she starts playing something.

First to the Sirens you shall come and they
Enchant all mortal men who come their way
For whosoever in his witlessness
Draws nigh and listens to the Sirens lay

About him as he wins his native shore
His wife and infant children come no more
Rejoicing over him but there he lies
Lulled by the sweet song that the Sirens pour

As in a mead they sit where all around
Great heaps of bones lie mouldering on the ground
And the flesh wastes from off them hasten by
And lest these others ears might hear the sound

3 Comments so far

  1. crackwilding on March 5th, 2009 @ 4:26 pm

    That woman gives me the creeps.

  2. james hervey (jeherv) on March 19th, 2009 @ 11:34 am

    i listen to wrfg for the sheer comedic value of it

  3. posephus on March 23rd, 2009 @ 12:14 pm

    Did you know that she is only, like, 54? I thought she was at least 80 from her voice.

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