I am one of those people who still listen to the radio:
I go I mean today in the bus in the evening, I go to the end and sit down in the center on the couch behind (left man, behind him at the window is free), I turn on the radio sign and there interference, shock on all my frequencies, I say to him, let me sit at the window, the radio does not catch. It is "Yes of course". We go, and under the radio on the sweaty glass I write AC/DC with my finger... a little above the ZZ-top... even above the Deep Purple just on the side of Pink Floyd. And then the man can’t stand it, shoots the headphone and calls me, “Do you hear, which channel are you on?”and "