We chose our favorite place to receive
our daily lack of choice,
calling into stations asking for songs
they got around to playing three hours later.
So we bought records and made mixtapes,
in a time when songs cost more than they do now,
trying to make our own radio station,
better than the real ones.
It’s clearly better now: easier, cheaper.
But what I remember is not the difficulties,
but the excitement of the music,
and the connection it created between us:
how it was worth all the scraping together of
dimes and pennies—
to hear those words, those tunes and to