Radio Moments

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It sounds cliché to say “for as long as I can remember”, yet here I am.

It’s the first phrase that comes to mind when trying to explain this visceral attraction to radio waves.

Radio.
The Almighty Mic.

My childhood dream?

Speaking into a microphone and hearing myself through a transistor!
A vocabulary so outdated today.

I have nothing left of my very first words on air.

Some memories fade into sepia tones, existing only in the mind of the one who lived them.
That’s just how it is. And maybe that’s for the best.

But others… refuse to vanish.
Digital technology has trapped some of these waves, encapsulated, preserved, replayable at will.

Like these ones, for example...