One day a year or so ago I had set my alarm clock to wake me up with some radio music. I awoke to R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)." I let it play without hitting snooze because I like that song and don't usually hear it very often. To my surprise, when the song ended, there was silence, and then the same song began again. And then ended. And then began again. "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" kept playing for fifteen minutes, on an autonomous loop (or so it seemed). I thought, "Oh god, what happened? Was there a disaster on the news?"
Then I was calmed by an interlude between sessions of the song which included a recorded call to the station. A normal-sounding woman said, "I told my friend that you keep playing the same song over again, and she couldn't believe it. She's here with me now, and even listening to you guys, we can't believe it. Are you just going to keep playing the song over and over?" The call ended. Silence. And then the song began again!
I had stuff to do, but I checked a few more times at random intervals. Six hours later, "It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" was still playing. Bizarre, until I later found out what had probably happened.
The next time I listened to that radio station, it was playing different music, under a different radio station name, using different disc jockeys. So I guess the world did end — for someone.If you enjoyed this post, I'd be delighted to have you as a subscriber to my RSS feed.