Monday, March 10, 2008
Divine Forces Radio
One of our traditions that Michael and I have done for many years is listen to KPFK on Friday nights during our long drives into L.A. every other Friday to pick up my stepson, Mikey. Unfortunately, since we have only gotten to see him once in eleven months (and that is a whole 'nother post and it's coming soon), we also haven't had our Friday night drives. It might seem crazy that we would enjoy a trip into Los Angeles amid the traffic, smog and crime but ehh, when you have lived there at one point, it gets demystified.
So driving into L.A just becomes an opportunity for us to sit in the van for nearly an hour and a half and talk. The kids are usually giggling in the back seat or playing with their gameboy or sleeping. And if you have a large family you know that having your spouse for an hour and a half to talk...well, that is nothing short of miraculous. We often fantasize about having a soundproof, glass partition between the front seats and the back of the van. Yeh, your lips are moving but we can't hear you, beloved chil'rens.
So the trip there we talk but the trip back home we listen to Divine Forces Radio. Over the years we've heard alot of underground hip hop and some pretty radical views on culture, society, indigenous traditions, our educational system, music, religion and our government. It's nice to get a break from booty poppin' at the club and all the worthless shiznit playing on the radio these days. I most definitely don't agree with everything and every view of Fidel and his guests but I will give the show some props for opening up my mind to lots of different avenues. Sometimes we would be sitting in the car eating our In-N-Out and Fidel would drop some science and we'd both go, "Ooooooooh!"
I miss it.
It is something that just reminds me of my sweetheart and the times we've shared together. If you are ever driving around L.A. (you can get the station as far inland as Pomona, I think) and you want to hear some elevated consciousness, turn your dial to 90.7. And do what Neo did...choose the red pill.