FM radio is crap.
Crooners and Doo Whop and Bubblegum.
But at night, the atmosphere changes, and AM radio spreads far and wide.
Stations from all over, and over the border.
We went to bed, but we didn’t go to sleep.
We listened to the radio and the sweet sounds carried across the country.
Blues. And Jazz. And other things.
Wolfman Jack howling across the sky.
Luring us out of our shells, breaking out, and learning the true gospel of Rock.
All night long.
The sun breaks over the horizon, and the music fades to static.
Until the night returns.