Then Again, It Might Just Be CubaThe shortwave radio is, once again, whispering hints of a world far stranger than I can imagine. To wit; I am here, listening to a pleasant-voiced female announcer speak at length about cabbages and kings (or, at least, Milan and Mexico). My Spanish is quite poor from passage of time and lack of practice, and I am catching perhaps one word in ten.
In between her speakings, the station plays Chinese music. I think it's Chinese. It sounds vaguely Chinese, in a 1970's, plum colored shag carpeted, full orchestra way (the entire horn section is wearing flares made from some horrid plastic material). The song is done: the pleasant woman returns with my one word in ten rundown of what I just heard, or possibly something else entirely.
This may all be a bizarre collision of transmitters battling for a slice of the spectrum. This may be a culture war in progress, directed by sinister minds. I doubt these things. But that leaves me with a (I think) Central American spanish-language radio program about Chinese Soft Pop. Which is too weird by a half.
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