I grew up listening to CBC. At the time, I did not see this as A Good Thing: it left me out of touch with a lot of the pop culture of the day.
Like my friend Simone’s birthday party in the third grade, when her parents popped a movie in the VCR. The opening dragged on forever, while some guy sang and danced with, like, werewolves or something. When the opening credits finally started to roll, Simone’s mom walked up and snapped off the TV. She must have been as bored and confused as I was. And there were no protests: apparently nobody else was all that interested in sitting through the rest of the movie either.
Then one day in grade 4 or 5, everyone in school was talking about this guy named “Michael Jackson”, who had accidentally set his hair on fire. With a Pepsi. It was all terribly confusing.
One day, my girlfriend Jasmine sat me down one day for Remedial Music Appreciation. She used photo-flashcards to grill me on the names of people who all seemed to have the same gel-infused bed-head. I had to identify sound clips of Twisted Sister and Cindy Lauper. It all seemed a lot of trouble for something all the other kids considered “entertainment”.
Of course, if all the other kids were jumping off a cliff, would I have joined them? Yeah, probably. It was an age where I valued my friends more than Cross Country Checkup. (Mind you, I still value pretty much anything over Cross Country Checkup: I may be a CBC Fangirl, but I’d still rather suck out my eardrums with a ShopVac than listen to a phone-in show.)
Looking back, it perplexes me that I listen to CBC now – by choice. I think I tuned-in around the time I moved to Ottawa. Must be something in the water. And that was before CBC discovered social media.
Yeah, I know that other radio stations are doing it . And of course I follow Stuntman Stu. But that the stuffy old CBC does it, I think, makes them even cooler. I can tweet Alan Neal while he’s on the air. Terri Loretto gave me hands-down the funniest reply to an Oven Barbequed Chicken tweet. CBC, at least in Ottawa, at least on radio, is turning broadcast into a two way conversation that I just find really exciting.
And I know I’m not alone. I already knew Amy was my CBC soulmate, but the depths of her devotion became clear in a recent tweet:
So I think it’s time for the CBC Fangirls to RISE UP, and, I don’t know, get a blog button or something. Maybe go for coffee. Preferably with Adrian Harewood.