January 05, 2004
Nightsong
We made our way south, speeding down the highway and then darting off onto a local road, the frigid winter air creeping through the cracks in the shell of the old minivan. A weak glow of moon filtered through the cloudcover to barely illuminate the pastures and stubbled cornfields as we whizzed by.
As we neared the junction of Routes 11 and 14, the 93.1 FM of Madison began to lose its grip on our radio, and the 93.1 of Chicago gained its strength. After the turn, "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" and "Welcome to the Machine" blended eerily, static-ly mixed into a lonesome nighttime durge. The minivan rushed on, headlong into the Pink Floyd, leaving Meat Loaf behind to fumble in the darkness of a cold Wisconsin Saturday night.
The orangish glow of the City on the horizon beckoned us home.
Posted by Andrew Huff at January 5, 2004 01:59 PMnice.
Posted by: Alex at January 6, 2004 12:44 AMreally, meatloaf SHOULD be left alone to fumble. and not into the coldness of a WI night, either!
Posted by: suzanne at January 6, 2004 01:36 PMThe one thing I consistently miss about Chicago, and have found no local replacement for no matter where I have lived, and that has always stuck in the back of my mind, is 93.1. I haven't lived in Chicago full-time for about 15 years but I still have had an XRT sticker in every car I've driven.
Posted by: christina at January 9, 2004 08:03 AM