Wed 26 Nov 2008
CBC Radio 2 has stopped playing classical music 24/7 because they realized their audience is going to start kicking off soon and playing classical for 5 people is simply not a good use of taxpayer dollars. So now they play good stuff and I sometimes listen to it on the way to work.
They’re always careful to tell you the performer, name of the song *and* the album it comes from - often before and after they play it. They’re poster children for polite Canadians. It’s also ad-free and there are no annoying you’ll-never-guess-what-I-imbibed-with-my-coffee Kenny, Tina and Ron-type morning show people….ewww…..
I don’t mean to hack on classical, but for me it’s just not the kind of music I want to listen to in the car. It’s either subtle violins I can’t appreciate over the roar of my 6 cylinder or it’s in-my-face Gustav Holst designed to send me into a telephone pole. Thanks, I’ll save that genre for home.
Anyhoo, they played Sarah Harmer’s “Basement Apartment” this morning. Yes, this is another fan-girl post, obviously I’m in a mood. I love that song, and I’ve played it in yoga class too. I thought, if I could write lyrics like that I would be a more happy and fulfilled person – I know, hard to imagine that’s possible. But until then, I’m so glad we have Sarah:
Basement Apartment
You live out where the street ends
In a basement apartment with one of your friends
And the tap drips all night
Water torture in the sink
The furnace is burning
But it’s still cold i think
I can smell the bleach
That they use in the hall
But it can’t clean the dirt off of me
It’s seeping under the door
In across the floor
It’s starting to hurt
Everytime I breathe
Everytime I try to leave
Everytime I breathe
Now the toaster sticks
And the empties are piled
I haven’t been up the stairs in awhile now
I gotta wash the sheets on my bed
Gotta watch the things that go unsaid
God I wish we’d leave it at this
And every evening you open the door
You come down
There’s nothing like watching tv
all night underground
And no one is watching me slide
Below street level
Barely alive
Now we live out where the street ends
In a basement apartment just like our friends
We always said that we were different
But you know now that we weren’t
‘Cause there’s holes in all the bottles
And my lungs hurt