A cappellaI remember countless nights during the 1960's, when I layed in my bed, transistor radio pinned between my pillow and ear, secretly listening to #WolfmanJack broadcasting Rock n Roll via an AM signal skipping across the black sky from NYC to rural Maine.
His crazy voice broke the desperate isolation I felt, and confirmed my hope that out there- somewhere, another world existed; a better, more reasonable world, to which someday I might escape.