Before the onslaught of MP3 players, Pandora, Spotify and other streaming services revolutionized how we listen to music on the go, for many-a-year the FM dial had a monopoly over car speakers.
Well, there is also the CD player. But in my case, growing up as a passenger in my Dad’s Miata, it was rendered irrelevant after Bob Dylan’s “Desire” became permanently stuck in it. It still got spun from time to time.
My old man, like the parents of many millennials, grew up in what they, and Rolling Stone magazine, consider the greatest era for rock music, and practically refuse to acknowledge any record released after 1987 (hair metal onward).
Growing up in Connecticut, the station that we most often turned to was 102.1 – Springfield’s Classic Rock. For about 15 years it was my Dad’s personal favorite and its playlist groomed much of my personal tastes.
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