I grew up when the only option for music outside my sparse album collection was listening to the radio. Not satellite radio with hundreds of stylistic choices - rather, just two bands of modulated frequencies: AM and FM. Stations on the AM dial could be received from great distances, enabling vast imaginary travels for my youthful ears. But when it came to sonically sweet strings and cymbals and saxes, nothing could touch FM. The crystal clear musical nuances of high-fidelity stereo harmonized in my head. It was glorious.
No Static At All
No Static At All
No Static At All
I grew up when the only option for music outside my sparse album collection was listening to the radio. Not satellite radio with hundreds of stylistic choices - rather, just two bands of modulated frequencies: AM and FM. Stations on the AM dial could be received from great distances, enabling vast imaginary travels for my youthful ears. But when it came to sonically sweet strings and cymbals and saxes, nothing could touch FM. The crystal clear musical nuances of high-fidelity stereo harmonized in my head. It was glorious.