Think of it like this. Every local radio and television station has its own tag, one dictated by distance from NYC which has the canonical, One True Tag. The further you drive from NYC the more the tags diverge: the pitches diverge; the tempos shift; the instrumentation changes. In some dusty little town in Nebraska the result is a terrible cacophony, Gamelan played in a razor wire factory. For you in your Lexus, driving NYC to LA there is a pleasant predictability to all this. You can gauge your travel distance by how horrible the tag is and how you can be content that you won't have to listen to it for too long anyway, For those who live in those economically broken towns in flyover country the tags are a nightmare. Here predictability breeds not contentment but rage. Contentment without predictability is more easily understood, at least by some of us, some of the time. Being on a train in Turkey while being resigned to seemingly capricious stops and delays. Being on a plane ...