So, if I spill a secret onto this blog, it has to be kept a secret and not shared with the Women's Basketball team... The weekend of February 19th (I think it was then...), I, Madison Way, faked sick, skipped basketball practice, and drove to Columbia, South Carolina. I never lie or play hooky, so my adrenaline was pumping as I called a senior manager (coughing very convincingly, might I add) to explain my absence the next morning.
What began as a hyped-up drive dragged into a 5.5 hour drive of listening to "S&M", "Hold It Against Me", "Tonight" and other club-intended songs. As we left Chapel Hill, my friend and I were pleased to hear these songs, but as we continued down the highway toward Charlotte, our music slipped into some type of religious music. Quickly, we turned the dial to the pop station to find that they were playing the same, sexed up, club songs. By this time, it was around 11:30 at night so we forgave the song choices that were beginning to annoy us and continued down the road.
As we entered South Carolina, we were surprised to find that there was not a change in the annoying pop songs playing on the radio. Perhaps a love for sexual songs was felt across the southeast. While the number of country stations increased and the ads that took more airtime than music changed from North to South Carolina businesses, nothing had changed.
Perhaps in a day and age when Kiss FM didn't rule the air and Ryan Seacrest wasn't coming out of car speakers across the nation, a change could be noticed as one travels from state to state, but truth is, there isn't any diversity in the radio, just a repeat of Enrique, Rihanna, and Britney, and that's probably how things will stay.
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