Less Talk More Soft Rock

Every once in a while, as impulse permits, I get the urge to find some good 'pop-music' on the radio while I am driving to work. This phenomenon is perhaps akin to buying chocolate-covered pistachios at Trader Joes--a delicious treat to be sure, but I am not a treat kind of guy.I like leftovers and chips. Anyway, every time I indulge this desire I end up surfing until I find a nice soft-rock station. Here in San Francisco that station happens to be KOIT. I don't know how it happens, and I don't know if I should be ashamed. It's as if there is some thirst in my subconscious that can only be quenched with soft rock. Without thinking I instinctively remove my hand from the search button and gently place it back on the wheel as soon as the soothing tones of one of the 1970's greatest augmentations to rock'n'roll makes its way from the speakers to my eardrums. It is a catharsis. It is mom singing you to sleep. It is a guilty pleasure that you feel no guilt about. Yesterday, it was Chicago with, "You're the Inspiration." At other times it has been George Michael, Michael McDonald, and Sarah McGlaughlin. I am not ashamed. Bring it on KOIT. Less talk, more soft rock please.