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Making mixes from the day I discovered I could. Ah, the lost days of the FM DJ, the voice from the aether sometimes whispering, sometimes growling but leading the untrained ear towards strange and previously undiscovered music by people one will never meet. The best jocks (as they were called) were talking liner notes, guiding the mind to the backs of album covers, advising the names of all parties involved, labels would be mentioned, producers, bassists, guitarists, vocalists. Stations of my youth, WRIF, WABX and WWWW, Detroit loons let free on the airwaves. The government via the FCC in the 30's said that the owner of the receiver owned the airwaves; the jocks made us happy about that.
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