the radio is a beautiful thing. the feeling of deep noises — the thumping bass in u2 songs or a show host with a gravelly voice — make the air vibrate. the radio sometimes crinkles, but that’s okay. the sound surrounds me.
I got in my car and turned on the radio. It didn’t take me long to realize that I don’t like a whole lot of the music out there today. I’m glad I have my iPod! I remember my parents saying something similar. Oh no! Does this mean I’m getting old? YIKES
She turned it off as it blared loudly. She couldn’t sleep. She cursed it for stopping her dream. The dream. The dream that usually began nowhere and led to somewhere. The dream where all the answers lied.
Damn radio.
The radio was playing in the background. The glow of the street lamps hung over the table like a cloud in the twilight. Insects buzzed and thrummed in the dusk. It was a song, perhaps, or the evening news, we weren’t even listening, too caught up in each other and the atmosphere of it all, but the radio was comforting, stablising, linking us to the world outside of each other, so we let it play.
On the radio you hear songs. You hear personalities and voices. There are individuals. The radio is a place where people can come together with out even knowing it; each person is connected by wires and electricity. It’s too bad that people in everyday life can’t get along like the people on the radio.
radio, hums near the fish bowl, rests against it, ripples the water, keeps Patrick’s dying wife from falling asleep sideways on the glass, if she can maintain her dancing fins long enough maybe her icky fish body can fight off the toilet funeral.
It trails through the morning, the soft, fuzzy crooning from my ancient radio. The misty air winds around the notes and soothes me better than anything else. I sway across the porch to where he sits and I kiss the top of his head. He smiles up at me. Another day dawns, cool and perfect.
On the radio I can hear the static buzzing, and the announcer is speaking through it like a buttery knife. “Genius is 99 percent perspiration, folks!” I hear the man speak. I wonder why he is telling me these things. I look outside the window at the frigid and icy branches outside….nothing but grey…grey like the static on the radio.
He was prepared for it but the final splutter of noise as the radio died still terrified him. He was alone. He sat and stared at the beach and quietly went mad.
on the radio uh oh on the radio uh oh
damn it i’m playgerizing! That’s a song by Regina Spektor
I like Regina Spektor she’s awesome
that’s not how you spell her name is it?…….
awkward!!!
dum ba dum ba bum
The day that he came over, the song playing was epically correct. It wasn’t quite romantic, but it wasn’t quite heartbroken. That was exactly what we were, too. The damn radio got it perfectly down, even though I, a person, with fucking emotions and thought, couldn’t. Damn machine.
I love listening to the radio…the music makes me so happy…i find myself being lost in the beautiful sounds of the artists that make it their business to make me smile….jazz, r and b, country, whatever…what a way to start my day…my radio and me a friendship that I would not trade for anything in the world.
Liguei o radio. Imediatamente a música preencheu todos os meus sentidos, entranhando-se nas veias e escorrendo pelo sangue, criando ritmadas pontadas por todo o corpo. Impulsos sonoros controlam o meu ser.
radio radio – my hear beats through the radio. boom boom. or wnyc. or public radio, not so hip to the beat but cool amongst the hipster no? or no? i don’t know what those hipsters like.
radio the movie, radio play, radio. I remember trying to find myself in music and the first station that helped me was knpr. Hearing about the world through others perspective makes you value anything you took for granted!
the radio jammed as i was walking down the hot summer road. the sun shining, drinking a nice bottle of coke with my friends. All time Low my favorite band blasting from the radio… the perfect day:)
There was an old radio that always sat on my grandmother’s shelf. I never quite understood why she kept it all these years. She explained to me long before that it was how she knew the news during WWII. So it was very old, and very dusty at that. It was huge and didn’t work anymore. That helped me understand a little more, but it was displayed publicly as the first thing you see when you walk through her front door; it was like her trophy.
time well spent in a weird transforming waves letting all go with the waves of change coming over and over. never letting go of reality completely not with lack of trying though. fully there fully here not a loss.
I like the radio because it gives variety and new things to people everyday. So many diverse sounds and likings out there, it’s a world you’re allowed to let yourself go in, just sink into the music and let it take over you. makes me want to dance and sing along like no ones watching.
oh, but you’d never catch her with the radio on. washing her hands with her eyes half closed, rings still on her fingers, wet. she got a call one day: “talk me down the mountain.” it was from a wrong number but she talked to the man all the same. she was a stranger and a mis-dialed telephone number and so of course she did not know the words that might’ve saved him; he put the receiver down by the radio. she did not hear the gunshot just then but she heard about it later, neighbors, police, asking, you were on the wire with him at the time, why?
but really, it was no big change for her, this constant silence emitted from her stereo: she had never listened to the radio anyway.
I love the radio, it is simply awesome. It creates an image in my mind and leaves an ever lasting impression. A memory is created and a thought is held simply by the tune. Again I love the radio. It brings music to my ears and my heart!
music loud happy electro dubstep techno electronic electricity beats jams hip vhop dancing singing dj remixes music artists radio commercials trance lights shows bands
Radios remind me of the 1940’s and war times when families would gather round and listen together and stories would be read through the radio. I love singing along to the radio with my family on long road trips. To me, radios bring people together. I like the simplicity of radios.
I like the radio because I can listen to the old 80’s show. It’s one of the best things about my nights. As an artist, music is one thing that helps me the most. Especially on hot nights with the radio on. And even if I don’t have anything to draw, the radio still helps clear my thoughts about bad days and lets me just dance my heart and soul out. Life is good with music in the heart.
I usually hate the radio, primarily because I don’t enjoy the music choice of the world at large. But there are occasional nights when I do enjoy hearing the soft crackle and hiss of my old AM radio equipped boombox. There’s something soothing about white noise, and about the way it makes the world feel so bearably small.
It’s another summer night with you too far to hold. The music brings us together though; it’s our thing…listening to online radio together. We don’t talk, but the songs we choose speak more than our own words ever could. That’s the beauty of music.
The radio played “Any Way You Want It” in the background of the overcrowded bar, full of rednecks and rockers and professionals who were ready for the weekend.
“Two beers, please,” he called over the sound of a group of already-tipsy middle-aged woman singing along with Journey to his left. He paid the bartender in cash and grabbed the bottles, turning away from the bar and toward the rest of the seedy, run-down pub, this mecca for the working class of this sleepy Midwest town. Now to find someone to share that second beer with.
i listen to this all the time. it always provides me with music that i can listen to and enjoy with or without others around me. instead of turning it off for a moment of peace, i turn it up to break the silence. the radio is what soothes me.
i think of it as a blind communication. nobody discriminates, just voice and thoughts. great way to communicate and of freedom of speech. old fashioned, great.
The radio announced that the end of the world is going to end on May 21, 2011. Now various people have been stating that the world was going to end due to the Mayan calendar, that the scientists believe to be accurate and sophisticated in its nature.
music and jamming in my car….the radio often has lots of talking and commericals which is super annoying but i love when music plays it brings back so many memories and has allowed for so much entertainment on long car rides..
the radio is a beautiful thing. the feeling of deep noises — the thumping bass in u2 songs or a show host with a gravelly voice — make the air vibrate. the radio sometimes crinkles, but that’s okay. the sound surrounds me.
I got in my car and turned on the radio. It didn’t take me long to realize that I don’t like a whole lot of the music out there today. I’m glad I have my iPod! I remember my parents saying something similar. Oh no! Does this mean I’m getting old? YIKES
She turned it off as it blared loudly. She couldn’t sleep. She cursed it for stopping her dream. The dream. The dream that usually began nowhere and led to somewhere. The dream where all the answers lied.
Damn radio.
The radio was playing in the background. The glow of the street lamps hung over the table like a cloud in the twilight. Insects buzzed and thrummed in the dusk. It was a song, perhaps, or the evening news, we weren’t even listening, too caught up in each other and the atmosphere of it all, but the radio was comforting, stablising, linking us to the world outside of each other, so we let it play.
static
three long minute of only static, but it seems like years
thee radio crackles to life:
“come in… anyone out there?
On the radio you hear songs. You hear personalities and voices. There are individuals. The radio is a place where people can come together with out even knowing it; each person is connected by wires and electricity. It’s too bad that people in everyday life can’t get along like the people on the radio.
radio, hums near the fish bowl, rests against it, ripples the water, keeps Patrick’s dying wife from falling asleep sideways on the glass, if she can maintain her dancing fins long enough maybe her icky fish body can fight off the toilet funeral.
Radio killed the radio star.
It trails through the morning, the soft, fuzzy crooning from my ancient radio. The misty air winds around the notes and soothes me better than anything else. I sway across the porch to where he sits and I kiss the top of his head. He smiles up at me. Another day dawns, cool and perfect.
On the radio I can hear the static buzzing, and the announcer is speaking through it like a buttery knife. “Genius is 99 percent perspiration, folks!” I hear the man speak. I wonder why he is telling me these things. I look outside the window at the frigid and icy branches outside….nothing but grey…grey like the static on the radio.
He was prepared for it but the final splutter of noise as the radio died still terrified him. He was alone. He sat and stared at the beach and quietly went mad.
on the radio uh oh on the radio uh oh
damn it i’m playgerizing! That’s a song by Regina Spektor
I like Regina Spektor she’s awesome
that’s not how you spell her name is it?…….
awkward!!!
dum ba dum ba bum
The day that he came over, the song playing was epically correct. It wasn’t quite romantic, but it wasn’t quite heartbroken. That was exactly what we were, too. The damn radio got it perfectly down, even though I, a person, with fucking emotions and thought, couldn’t. Damn machine.
I love listening to the radio…the music makes me so happy…i find myself being lost in the beautiful sounds of the artists that make it their business to make me smile….jazz, r and b, country, whatever…what a way to start my day…my radio and me a friendship that I would not trade for anything in the world.
Liguei o radio. Imediatamente a música preencheu todos os meus sentidos, entranhando-se nas veias e escorrendo pelo sangue, criando ritmadas pontadas por todo o corpo. Impulsos sonoros controlam o meu ser.
On the radio, uh-oh. On the radio, uh-oh.
radio radio – my hear beats through the radio. boom boom. or wnyc. or public radio, not so hip to the beat but cool amongst the hipster no? or no? i don’t know what those hipsters like.
radio the movie, radio play, radio. I remember trying to find myself in music and the first station that helped me was knpr. Hearing about the world through others perspective makes you value anything you took for granted!
the radio jammed as i was walking down the hot summer road. the sun shining, drinking a nice bottle of coke with my friends. All time Low my favorite band blasting from the radio… the perfect day:)
There was an old radio that always sat on my grandmother’s shelf. I never quite understood why she kept it all these years. She explained to me long before that it was how she knew the news during WWII. So it was very old, and very dusty at that. It was huge and didn’t work anymore. That helped me understand a little more, but it was displayed publicly as the first thing you see when you walk through her front door; it was like her trophy.
time well spent in a weird transforming waves letting all go with the waves of change coming over and over. never letting go of reality completely not with lack of trying though. fully there fully here not a loss.
I turned on the radio. It was like a pray. The music simply ran into my blood. How Beautifull
I can hear where you want to be on the radio. It sounds like gone.
I like the radio because it gives variety and new things to people everyday. So many diverse sounds and likings out there, it’s a world you’re allowed to let yourself go in, just sink into the music and let it take over you. makes me want to dance and sing along like no ones watching.
oh, but you’d never catch her with the radio on. washing her hands with her eyes half closed, rings still on her fingers, wet. she got a call one day: “talk me down the mountain.” it was from a wrong number but she talked to the man all the same. she was a stranger and a mis-dialed telephone number and so of course she did not know the words that might’ve saved him; he put the receiver down by the radio. she did not hear the gunshot just then but she heard about it later, neighbors, police, asking, you were on the wire with him at the time, why?
but really, it was no big change for her, this constant silence emitted from her stereo: she had never listened to the radio anyway.
I listened to the radio in your shop after you left. It reminded me of you. Tinny, distant, empty. No companion for a young girl.
I love the radio, it is simply awesome. It creates an image in my mind and leaves an ever lasting impression. A memory is created and a thought is held simply by the tune. Again I love the radio. It brings music to my ears and my heart!
The radio is almost shouting that I’m suffering but I don’t care, I wont show it.
music loud happy electro dubstep techno electronic electricity beats jams hip vhop dancing singing dj remixes music artists radio commercials trance lights shows bands
Radios remind me of the 1940’s and war times when families would gather round and listen together and stories would be read through the radio. I love singing along to the radio with my family on long road trips. To me, radios bring people together. I like the simplicity of radios.
I like the radio because I can listen to the old 80’s show. It’s one of the best things about my nights. As an artist, music is one thing that helps me the most. Especially on hot nights with the radio on. And even if I don’t have anything to draw, the radio still helps clear my thoughts about bad days and lets me just dance my heart and soul out. Life is good with music in the heart.
I usually hate the radio, primarily because I don’t enjoy the music choice of the world at large. But there are occasional nights when I do enjoy hearing the soft crackle and hiss of my old AM radio equipped boombox. There’s something soothing about white noise, and about the way it makes the world feel so bearably small.
Ain’t nothin’ better in the world, you know, than lyin’ in the sun with your radio!
It’s another summer night with you too far to hold. The music brings us together though; it’s our thing…listening to online radio together. We don’t talk, but the songs we choose speak more than our own words ever could. That’s the beauty of music.
The radio played “Any Way You Want It” in the background of the overcrowded bar, full of rednecks and rockers and professionals who were ready for the weekend.
“Two beers, please,” he called over the sound of a group of already-tipsy middle-aged woman singing along with Journey to his left. He paid the bartender in cash and grabbed the bottles, turning away from the bar and toward the rest of the seedy, run-down pub, this mecca for the working class of this sleepy Midwest town. Now to find someone to share that second beer with.
i listen to this all the time. it always provides me with music that i can listen to and enjoy with or without others around me. instead of turning it off for a moment of peace, i turn it up to break the silence. the radio is what soothes me.
radio
Song is in my head now. Thanks a lot. It’ll be there all day.
“And you said it really loud you said it on the air, on the radio. Whoa oh oh oh ohhhh, on the radio, Whoa oh oh oh ohhhhh…”
There. Now it’s in your head too ;)
i think of it as a blind communication. nobody discriminates, just voice and thoughts. great way to communicate and of freedom of speech. old fashioned, great.
The radio announced that the end of the world is going to end on May 21, 2011. Now various people have been stating that the world was going to end due to the Mayan calendar, that the scientists believe to be accurate and sophisticated in its nature.
music and jamming in my car….the radio often has lots of talking and commericals which is super annoying but i love when music plays it brings back so many memories and has allowed for so much entertainment on long car rides..