Radio Nowhere (Now I Understand That Song Title)

There's nothing quite as magical as driving on unfamiliar roads late at night, especially in a frontier town, and turning the dial of the AM radio around. Gospel preachers, sports talk, hell fire and brimstone, classical pieces, pop songs, sad country western music, Sinatra, Rush Limbaugh, Fredrick K. Price, news, presidents, Spanish, static--all bleeding together in a sonic stew, bits from here, bits from there. Radio stations from hundreds of miles away, waves bouncing off the clouds. The Bee Gees coming in from Panama City with Rosemary Clooney and Shostacovich backing them in a sea of white noise and radio hum. They never sounded quite as lonely, beautiful, and perfect as that.