Ah, turn-of-the-century Paris. I remember doing this. I would sit at my cathode-ray monitor which was attached to a suitcase-sized CPU and link to Parisian jazz stations on the Internet. Familiar American jazz standards would play, interspersed with mesmerizing but, to me, indecipherable comments by French announcers. I felt like Arlo above, so continental. Looking back, I was more like this. I still sit at my desktop rig, because it’s part of my work station. I now have a big high-def monitor and an absurdly more powerful CPU than I had then. And those Parisian jazz stations probably are still out there, if you can tease them out of the thousands of similar offerings. It just isn’t the same anymore.
*Albert the Alligator