Switching it over to AM, searching for a truer sound. Can’t recall the call letters. Steel guitar and settle down, catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana — It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven.
May the wind take your troubles away. May the wind take your troubles away. Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, may the wind take your troubles away. — Jay Farrar
It appears that when you climb to the top of the mountain of media enlightenment, you’re likely to find a teenage boy from England. Whether you find nirvana or fools gold depends on which young man you find. Last week, the world was aTwitter about young Scott Campbell giving up his iPod for an original-model [...]