This town, it turns out, is radio nowhere. Or at least it is music radio nowhere.
Why do I make this assertion, borrowed from one of the better latter-day Bruce Springsteen songs?
Because Springsteen's 2007 lament over an inability to find rhythm, "pounding drums" or a "mystery train" on the dial — to be able to find a sense of soul — pretty much describes the void I'm hearing in Chicago radio.
There are many music stations out there, I know, playing musical styles ranging from "hot adult contemporary" to "urban contemporary" to "pop contemporary hit radio" to "classic hits" to "adult...