Formative Nights | January 13, 2004


I am remembering being ten years old, just about the age one of my sons is now, and the huge influence radio started to have on me. Right up there with those wacky peers, and quickly supplanting the fading power of my increasingly unhip parents. (they're much hipper now, even though they are in their eighties)

I used to lay in bed late at night (10:30!) and listen to a show that originated in Little Rock, AK (I lived in northern IA) on one of those high-powered AM stations: KAAY. The program was called "Beaker Street" or maybe "Beeker Street" and had this very hip lava lamp like underground feel. It felt so adult - so naughty to listen to it in secret in the dark of my little bedroom right next to a field of corn on a hot summer night.

The first stirrings of growing up - connection in one direction, and separation in another.

I wonder what my son is thinking right now as he goes to sleep to his own radio discoveries.

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