Back in 2006 when I met the product called Sirius, I was enchanted. It was a whole new way of listening to radio. Fewer commercials, more choices, and lots of stations that let me listen to whatever I wanted to whenever I wanted to.
For several years, we were together, and musically I was very happy.
Over time, the renewal price of my Sirius subscription started going up and the quality of the programing starting going down. During the time I took a sabbatical from work, I looked for every possible way to cut costs.
So I broke up with Sirius.
Sirius had a hard time with the end of our relationship. Sirius didn’t really want to let me go. Sirius still calls, email and snail mails me several times a week.
Bright yellow envelopes in my mailbox shout “We want you back!”
No, honestly, they actually say that. It’s weird. Soon Sirius will start writing me bad poetry.
Well I’ve been back on the job for a while now and while I *could* sign up again with Sirius, I just don’t want to. I’m over Sirius.
The trouble is, there hasn’t been a respectable suitor to take its place. I listen to some form of music in my office while I work all day (we’re talking a good eight to ten hours a day of music) and I have tried just about every local radio station I can get. They all suck.
So I did what I usually do. I whined to The Good Man.
Who replied, “Have you tried Pandora?”
Why no…I hadn’t.
So I downloaded the free application to my iPhone and started listening.
Last week I finally dug down into the instructions and figured out how to not just listen to the stations already set up, but instead program my own station.
Oh my. I’m in love.
I am all about Pandora, now. ALL. ABOUT. PANDORA.
Sorry Sirius. You can’t have me back. I’m with Pandora now.
And I like it.
** By the way, I wasn’t paid for this, I just wanted to talk about my feelings.**