Every spring, the trees are full of underwear, the toilets explode and sirius reception in my bucket commences sucking. I don’t live at Faber College but rather a handful of miles from Empire State Building in the leafy suburbs. The ancient trees and their leaves play havoc with sirius reception. You’d think in this day and age of technological advancement, the wizards who invented satellite radio could defeat the tree issue. Unfortunately, they pay the blowhard talent (which I don’t listen to anyway) so much mad jack it probably precludes them from investing more than a couple of hundred bucks on infrastructure.
Yes, I’m resubscribing. The physical harm to my ears when the radio cuts out and in with the volume at 8 is worth not having to endure endless terrestrial radio commercials on the local music stations.