I have to drive. A lot. Luckily I have car that’s comfortable enough for the stupid amount of time I have to spend in it. Somewhat unluckily, my car is too new for a tape deck, and too old for an auxiliary plug: meaning I can’t plug my blackberry (which serves as my portable music device) to listen to my own personal soundtrack. Therefore, I rely on commercial radio stations as well as cds to get me through my morning and afternoon commute. Which brings me to my rant o’ the week: WHAT IS IT WITH RADIO IN TORONTO? Warning: I am in no way professionally qualified to criticize radio programming. This rant is brought to you from a place of crankiness due to lack of sleep, and extreme pickiness when it comes to music.