Archive for August 18, 2005
A Frequency To Change My Mind
The granite buildings of Omaha were glowing orange in the sunset. Smitty, Mike, Jason and I were racing to The Sokol Underground for my opening set. “I’ve never seen so many radio towers,” I said. “Broadcasting so little,” Jason said. The Nadas spend plenty of time transversing the highways and byways of Middle America. It’s…
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