4.11.2005

Cured by the power of ROCK

There's a new radio station in Edmonton, land of the historically mundane and soulless corporate tunesmiths. Radio Sonic, broadcasting from a trailer by the side of the highway, promises to bring modern rock to the airwaves of the 'Chuk, and I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl having her first Sapphic experience.

For years your alternatives in this city consisted of a) The Bear, which was better before its playlist started consisting entirely of turgid nu-metal, and b) Easy Rock 104.9, which apparently every nurse must play by law at work. If it's supposed to be so inoffensive and calming, why does it make me want to hurt people, huh?

In any case, Sonic pledges to be cast in the mold of Toronto's The Edge, or at least what the Edge claims to be. So far I'm not disappointed; they're conducting their 'broadcast tests' and have been playing music that I actually LIKE. Yesterday morning I was driving home from a night on call at the hospital and heard 'Battle Flag' by the Lo-Fidelity All-Stars and shouted 'HELL FUCKING YES' to the apparent consternation of the elderly couple stopped beside me.

Jesus. Iggy Pop just came on. I need new pants. This station is like your cool friend who not only likes the same music you do, but has like a thousand CDs of obscure bands that you'd probably like if only you got to hear them once in a while. Well, I'm hearing them now. Thanks, you indie-rock music geeks!

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Had an epiphany on surgery on Thursday. During clinic I had four separate patients compliment my performance to the preceptor; afterwards he told me he might get one of those per rotation for a student on a regular basis. So apparently I'm fantastic dealing with patients.

Now, don't think this is me getting all cocky. I'm distinctly AVERAGE when it comes to my level of knowledge, at least as applies to surgery. And I can't tie knots for shit. But at least now I have a better idea of where my strengths are, and that gives me some empirical evidence to base my choice of career on. D-Day is coming up in a few short months...

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Holy fuck! The Clash! I'm in love!

4 Comments:

Blogger Summer Feeling said...

Cam,

I think that's wonderful. I've often worked with surgeons who could barely string together two sentences when dealing with a patient. The people you are working on probably really appreciated your exemplery communication skills. Nothings worse than getting an ass-coring from someone would won't look you in the eye, much less remember your name.

Good show, future Dr. Barr.

6:45 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

POST MORE!

Neil

2:13 p.m.  
Blogger Albino Squirrel said...

Neil,

FINE!

Cam

5:02 p.m.  
Anonymous Seth said...

I never would have guessed that at some point in your life you'd be (effectively) the life of (a somewhat gory and invasive) party. Good show.

On the other hand, as soon as my parties turn gory I tend to get a little more introspective.

2:33 a.m.  

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