… stylish austerities…

My old college radio station has replaced the dead overnight air with a robot named Otto.

'… a kind of skeptical innocence…'

'Half the time he doesn't see the point of producing the stuff.'

When you listen to the radio you can wonder if anyone else is listening.

You can tell the difference between the ones who believe in the radio and the ones that don't, especially if you've ever believed in the radio. There's a fortuitousness to their songs. Songs for people who have been alone or people who have been together, surprised, stunned, thrilled, delighted, comforted, relieved, that that song, that feeling, that sound, should just come out of nowhere.

Still more snow.

'There must not be a plan.'

All I Have Learned And Forgotten Again