It sits in the backround, whispering, but sometimes shouting, your innermost thoughts at you. You beleive it, unless it’s the news, then you argue with it. It is you on the other side of the coin
Hit the sleep button on the black-topped, silver-chrome radio. The rubes wind down, hot from the constant whining of the broadcaster. Things are made up of sounds in the world of lucid dreams. Where can I find your voice amidst the ocean of collective thoughts?
music, sound, interaction. they fuse together to create a world where people can just explore what it is artists have to offer. its a great medium for bringing awareness to the world
and of finding yourself in the process
I wake up to this. As I slowly turn over and listen to the sound of it, I begin to wake, thinking of all the tasks I need to do that day. If only I could stay and listen to that sound for a little while longer
The radio buzzes faintly. He hardly notices it anymore–it has become little more than a faint, background crackle, fading into the noise that the fire makes as it devours the old maps he feeds to it.
“–ion dead. Casualties rising–”
He stares deep, deep into the heart of the flames.
“Radiation damage–”
How funny. He’s camped out on earth, but he could be halfway across the galaxy for all he cared.
Listen to the music, move to another world
a world where the smooth sounds takes you to a good place
a place to transcend most understanding
understand a renewed spirit
Noise, music, brilliant afternoons in the sun with a soundtrack, humour, jokes, laughter, white noise, broken signals, old classics, driving with a song that you love, bringing thousands together, amazing
u hear music in it… the best time of my life when i listened to cricket sitting alone in my room.. with raindrops pouring on my sill…. and india won… when i listen 2 songs in candle light my heart skips a beat!!! The best
is a thing to listen music and information in a happy and funny and relax way. Enjoy it. It was born only to communicate faster and to let people know about war and things like that, but its power is grouth in the time, and I hope it will survive in the future.
Sometimes you hear things on the radio that aren’t songs or words. Just a faint buzzing that reassures you that the music and words are not disembodied but are actually being transmitted in a very real sense.
“The old man is always chained to his radio nowadays… shouldn’t we do something about that? Is he even listening?”
A sigh. “It’s his life, his choice. You know he hasn’t been the same since… you can’t really force him to pretend to be.”
“But it’s not healthy!” she insisted.
“If he likes listening to the radio, or not listening to the radio, then he can do just that.” A resolute nod followed, sealing the deal.
Radio, one of the best inventions of the twentieth century. What a great way to communicate with people everyway. Now everyone can share with each other, the world have got a little bit smaller, thanks to the radio.
i love listening to the radio because music always sets the mood. If you walk into a place, the place is half characterized by the music playing! First impression. i have o
I was listening to the radio the other day, and this thing came on where they prank call people. I LOVE this bit, and waited to see what they would do today. So the host called a bride, and told ehr that they were out of white wedding dresses!
It was all vibrance. It was all dancey dance. It was all rhythm and percussion and sway. I must have been smiling something big because I’m sure that you were.
music and sound bring waves out the box in your car. ride, windows down, vibrations move through your soul. commercials, interrupting the connection between you and the music. top 40. oldies. rock. k earth 101.
Watch me on the radio. Pay attention to all my movements: the tapping of my feet, the arms taking motion, body becoming free. Watch the world change. The ears see better than the eyes.
I listen to it, always have. Well sometimes i don’t like whats on the radio, but i’m glad its there. Sometimes i ove it, hear about so many amazing things, and learn about so much. S
this is voice to the sound of disconnection . fold pretty wings to noise. rapture. feel. hug the speakers to your brain. rain. rain of knowledge. taste.
The radio blared a warning: this is not a test, do not go out into the street. This is not a test! John looked out the window. Zombies were everywhere, shambling and twitching. Shit! He locked the door and hunkered down, pulling a blanket over his head. This was getting old.
Th craziest memories of sunny days and long road trips along the coast accompanied by a simple radio. Singing aloud to such a simple invention like a child who hasnt realised the distinction between good and bad.
radiactive is the world we live in. I listen to radio when i want to be ok but not really ok. The radio is the best invention since dulce de leche and mate. \Thanks
i love the radio. it reminds me of being a kid and drving around in my moms car. i dont listen to it much nowadys but whenever i do its take me back to those times. i call them “golden memories”. i should listen to it more
we called it a transistor and had to save up to have batteries for it, it was about fifteen years old and we played it in the caravan, Radio Luxembourg and Radio One; music attracted the cows and they would insinuate long fleshy tongues in through the little flap windows and try to lick it, rub itches and make the caravan shake, hot summer days, mist over the sea, the beginning of a life that is ending this week
On the radio. You’ll hear november rain. The solo’s awful long. but it’s a pretty song.
You’ll listen to it twice. Cuz the dj was a sleeeeeep.
This is how it works.
You peer inside yourself.
You take the things you like.
And try to love the things you took.
And stick it into someone elses heart pumping someone else’s heart.
It ebbs and crackles as the old voice comes running through the old speakers. It’s that old type of radio voice, the type you’d hear in baseball games replayed over and over on the afternoon channels. I’m tired of it. I shut it off, and let myself recollect in silence. Sometimes not even the old feel of the classic radio calms me.
It sits in the backround, whispering, but sometimes shouting, your innermost thoughts at you. You beleive it, unless it’s the news, then you argue with it. It is you on the other side of the coin
Hit the sleep button on the black-topped, silver-chrome radio. The rubes wind down, hot from the constant whining of the broadcaster. Things are made up of sounds in the world of lucid dreams. Where can I find your voice amidst the ocean of collective thoughts?
music, sound, interaction. they fuse together to create a world where people can just explore what it is artists have to offer. its a great medium for bringing awareness to the world
and of finding yourself in the process
I turn on the radio
As far as it can go
Gonna dance until my feet can’t feel the ground…
Say goodbye to all my fears
One good song, they disappear !
I wake up to this. As I slowly turn over and listen to the sound of it, I begin to wake, thinking of all the tasks I need to do that day. If only I could stay and listen to that sound for a little while longer
Quack, whack, tic, toc, zing, bing, do, de, dam… your blabbering mouth. A switch-less radio.
The radio buzzes faintly. He hardly notices it anymore–it has become little more than a faint, background crackle, fading into the noise that the fire makes as it devours the old maps he feeds to it.
“–ion dead. Casualties rising–”
He stares deep, deep into the heart of the flames.
“Radiation damage–”
How funny. He’s camped out on earth, but he could be halfway across the galaxy for all he cared.
my 1st favorite music player.
Listen to the music, move to another world
a world where the smooth sounds takes you to a good place
a place to transcend most understanding
understand a renewed spirit
Noise, music, brilliant afternoons in the sun with a soundtrack, humour, jokes, laughter, white noise, broken signals, old classics, driving with a song that you love, bringing thousands together, amazing
static. black and white figures, running, leaping in plain sight. Listen.
Can you hear
they
are
crying…
u hear music in it… the best time of my life when i listened to cricket sitting alone in my room.. with raindrops pouring on my sill…. and india won… when i listen 2 songs in candle light my heart skips a beat!!! The best
An object that you can tune to frequencies so you can hear music and other people can tune in aswell and they can listen.
radio is one of the important inventions of human history. It finds it’s applications in various fields. Invented by Marconi.
is a thing to listen music and information in a happy and funny and relax way. Enjoy it. It was born only to communicate faster and to let people know about war and things like that, but its power is grouth in the time, and I hope it will survive in the future.
Sometimes you hear things on the radio that aren’t songs or words. Just a faint buzzing that reassures you that the music and words are not disembodied but are actually being transmitted in a very real sense.
I was listening to the crackle of the radio, the whispers of words unsaid as Peter changed station every second out of nervousness.
entertaining, informative, all time hits, …
“The old man is always chained to his radio nowadays… shouldn’t we do something about that? Is he even listening?”
A sigh. “It’s his life, his choice. You know he hasn’t been the same since… you can’t really force him to pretend to be.”
“But it’s not healthy!” she insisted.
“If he likes listening to the radio, or not listening to the radio, then he can do just that.” A resolute nod followed, sealing the deal.
plays loudly proudly in the morning.
Radio, one of the best inventions of the twentieth century. What a great way to communicate with people everyway. Now everyone can share with each other, the world have got a little bit smaller, thanks to the radio.
A place to hear tunes, a friend when you’re young. A comfort, when your old, and the soundtrack of working years.
i love listening to the radio because music always sets the mood. If you walk into a place, the place is half characterized by the music playing! First impression. i have o
I was listening to the radio the other day, and this thing came on where they prank call people. I LOVE this bit, and waited to see what they would do today. So the host called a bride, and told ehr that they were out of white wedding dresses!
It was all vibrance. It was all dancey dance. It was all rhythm and percussion and sway. I must have been smiling something big because I’m sure that you were.
It’s such a pleasure for me, joining the rock professor in the studio on a Thursday night, for two hours of rock and boogie bliss.
the radio is playing along as the songs go on
favorite tune
you can´t stand tune
remembering the tune
memories from times when we are alive
music and sound bring waves out the box in your car. ride, windows down, vibrations move through your soul. commercials, interrupting the connection between you and the music. top 40. oldies. rock. k earth 101.
Watch me on the radio. Pay attention to all my movements: the tapping of my feet, the arms taking motion, body becoming free. Watch the world change. The ears see better than the eyes.
The radio was screeching in the background,
while my body was wanting to explore into those other rooms, undetected.
I listen to it, always have. Well sometimes i don’t like whats on the radio, but i’m glad its there. Sometimes i ove it, hear about so many amazing things, and learn about so much. S
this is voice to the sound of disconnection . fold pretty wings to noise. rapture. feel. hug the speakers to your brain. rain. rain of knowledge. taste.
The radio blared a warning: this is not a test, do not go out into the street. This is not a test! John looked out the window. Zombies were everywhere, shambling and twitching. Shit! He locked the door and hunkered down, pulling a blanket over his head. This was getting old.
Th craziest memories of sunny days and long road trips along the coast accompanied by a simple radio. Singing aloud to such a simple invention like a child who hasnt realised the distinction between good and bad.
radiactive is the world we live in. I listen to radio when i want to be ok but not really ok. The radio is the best invention since dulce de leche and mate. \Thanks
i love the radio. it reminds me of being a kid and drving around in my moms car. i dont listen to it much nowadys but whenever i do its take me back to those times. i call them “golden memories”. i should listen to it more
we called it a transistor and had to save up to have batteries for it, it was about fifteen years old and we played it in the caravan, Radio Luxembourg and Radio One; music attracted the cows and they would insinuate long fleshy tongues in through the little flap windows and try to lick it, rub itches and make the caravan shake, hot summer days, mist over the sea, the beginning of a life that is ending this week
On the radio. You’ll hear november rain. The solo’s awful long. but it’s a pretty song.
You’ll listen to it twice. Cuz the dj was a sleeeeeep.
This is how it works.
You peer inside yourself.
You take the things you like.
And try to love the things you took.
And stick it into someone elses heart pumping someone else’s heart.
It ebbs and crackles as the old voice comes running through the old speakers. It’s that old type of radio voice, the type you’d hear in baseball games replayed over and over on the afternoon channels. I’m tired of it. I shut it off, and let myself recollect in silence. Sometimes not even the old feel of the classic radio calms me.
summertime, friends, windows down, singing loud, laughter, milkshake, ice cream, favorite songs, classics, lots of repetition.