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Radio from back home!

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Since moving here, I have really missed listening to music from back home and the entertainment culture of the US. I feel cut off in a way. I go back and I don't recognize music on the radio, faces on TV or know about big news stories that are in the papers. The only American news station we get here is the fair and balanced spin of FOX News and I can only stomch it in small doses (what I wouldn't give for MSNBC or US CNN). I still want to feel like an American. It's who I am - no matter where I live. Being here, is really like another world sometimes. I hate not knowing all of the current events and I miss a lot of American TV and news channels, but the lack of American radio has been a significant void (although I don't miss the commercials AT ALL).
We get a great deal of American music here, but there's a lot they don't play. People that have never lived outside their home country can't really relate to this, but imagine what it would be like to turn on the radio and not recognize one song you hear. No singing along in the car, no DJs that have become a part of your daily life - just unfamiliar voices and music. That's what it was like when I first arrived.
I have come to really like BBC Radio1 but I still miss music from back home and listening to the NY DJs (Scott and Todd on PLJ in the morning really tickle me and here, I HATE Chris Moyles on Radio1). I have checked and re-checked since my move to see if they put my favorite station online and today - I finally got it! I'm listening to it right now! OK, so they're playing Cher - I'll try not to hold it against them! Oh no! I hope my taste in music hasn't changed too much! Wayne always did tell me I had dodgy taste in music when we lived in NJ...

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