I miss the old radio receivers that I owned as a young teenager... hand me downs from my aunt or uncle, remnants from the seventies. You know, the ones with a big heavy-moving dial for the tuner and a green or amber glow emitted from behind.
When I was 14-15 I used to put on the radio in my room and stay up late listening to CiTR and Coast 800 (eventually Coast 800 changed to Coast 1040) It was my first exposure to real punk, industrial, seriously heavy metal, electronic music, etc. I felt like I had a link to an entirely different world and suddenly I didn't feel so alone. I would fall asleep listening the radio for the next year and half. My darlened room drenched in the eerie glow from the stereo light like I were at the bottom of a swimming pool in the middle of the night....
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