Ear Ache

My host family loves to listen to the radio. It’s always on, especially at meal times. It’s a very strange relationship they have with it. First, it always has to be on. It’s part of their nutrition. Without it they will shrivel up and fade away. As for the music, they seem to sort of tolerate it. They talk over it and just have it on as background noise and wait anxiously for the half hour news updates.

Talking is forbidden during the news updates. I found this out the hard way. While eating some toast, I tried to contribute to the conversation just as the news came on. All I received in response was a cold stare and silence. I thought I had just said “apple pee” in German. After the news was over though they smiled and answered my question. Very strange.

My relationship with German radio is very different though. I know hate is a strong word, but I have to use it in this case. I hate it. I think Germany is where English speaking bands go to die. I come down in the morning hoping for a nice peaceful breakfast, but instead get to hear such great hits as moonlight shadow, Gotta Be Someday by Nickelback, or Leave Out all the Rest by Linkin Park. There are also many bands and songs which I have never heard before, nor do I want to hear again. The music sounds like a third grade orchestra performance and the rhymes and lyrics are so simple a lobotomy patient could make them better. Here’s an example that plastered itself in my head on repeat for four hours:

“I know you love me. Why can’t this just be? Lets run away together! We’ll be there forever.”

It doesn’t even make sense. I tried looking for the lyrics to see what kind of sick individual made this but apparently the band only exists on German radio.

I was convinced that the Gemans just didn’t understand the lyrics. That was how they could tolerate it. I thought this until I realized that once a day some twisted English speaking guy translates one of the corniest songs he can find from English into German. They then proceed to play the song on repeat for the next twenty-four hours.

The scary part is, is that I’m starting to get used to the music. I caught myself singing a long forgotten 80’s hit in the shower yesterday and stopped in horror.

I must resist.

They’re trying to convert me.

My defenses are weakening.

Send help.

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One response to “Ear Ache

  1. Shannon

    I noticed this when I stayed in Rheinland-Pfalz. Normally I’m not too prudish, but everyone thought I was weird when I started freaking out at my friend’s 24th birthday party when a rap song came on, full profanity and extremely sexual content in force, in the presence of very young children. The children were dancing to it. After about two minutes, my friend’s mother had the kindness to explain that they didn’t understand anything that was being said. Neither did she, for that matter, apart from the f-word.

    I’ve also noticed how much German radio sucks apart from the news and classical stations. I used to appreciate Robbie Williams for comedic value, but… not after spending three months in Germany. German pop radio is definitely where the worst of the worst of English-language pop music goes to die. (I still retain affection for Nena, A-Ha and the occasional ABBA song, though).

    Gruessen aus Hamburg!
    – Shannon

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