Hey there all you cool cats and welcome to Radio Dead Air and this is your host Rae!
How are all you today? Things are okay here, bit shaky but nothin’ I’m not used to. Sounds like a bomb’s gone off but I’ll be here, right ‘til the signal stops. World’s goin’ ta hell but whatcha gonna do?
Usually by this time, I’m playin music for you folks out there. Unfortunately, my player got busted last night in all the gunfire. I’ll try and scrounge a new one up or fix mine up real soon, promise. Just be glad the records are still good, but for the one I’d had on it. I’m sure we’ll all be missin’ Mr. Zappa for a while yet.
So, seein' as my music's bust at the moment, we're going to be doin' something a bit different today. No, I'm not gonna sing, I've got a voice like a crow that's out of tune. But what I am gonna do is talk.
Not gonna lie folks, things have been interestin' for the most part. They say things are changing. The cops've been out in force. So have the gangs, but the cops... I haven't seen them like this in years. Something's got them all hot and I've heard whispers.
'whispers, Rae, really?' you say? Whispers indeed. Whispers that someone's going to bring things down. Whispers that someone is. A real modern day worm through the corruption and inspire revolution type of someone. But no matter how good this someone is at it, he ain't gonna do it alone, oh no. He can't. No one can.
But word is he's been givin' the cops merry hell and they can't figure out what the hell is up. Good. They need a shake up, and maybe they'll see that while they can do a hell of a lot of good, they're not doin' a damn bit of it now. Yeah, they crack down on the gangs... and the everyone else.
Maybe you don't see it, but things are gonna change. I see that as clear as I can see anything from my perch. It's high and lonely, sure, but it could be worse. And this city's not the only thing that's gonna change. Y'see since my player got busted last night I've been burnin an Idea. I've got some old magnet tape and an old recorder, and startin' tonight, this isn't just gonna be my show. It's gonna be everyone's. That's right, I'm comin' down and we're all gonna have a few little talks. So if you wanna let all the cats know what's on your mind, just give me a lookup. You'll know me by the hat.
This is Rae, for Radio Dead Air, signing off.
April 15 – 1327
Hey all you cool cats and diamond dogs, you know what you’re listenin’ to, it’s Radio Dead Air, and as always, it’s Rae here!
As you may have all noticed by the lovely tones of our friend Mr. Mercury, we have music again! That’s actually a story in and of itself and I’ll get to that, but first, where was I yesterday?
I know, I know, some of you were looking for my broadcast. At least, I hope you were. Problem with radio, really – I have no idea how many of you cats are tuning in. Then again, as we all know, I’m not one of those big government stations, and I’m glad for it. They don’t like Mr. Mercury and Mr. Zappa and Mr. Bowie terribly much. Not much of Mr. Jagger either. Ah well, about where I was yesterday. I promise, I was fine, mostly!
Unfortunately, I forgot that my little station here requires some height to properly broadcast. I can’t broadcast from street level. So, while I was out and about yesterday, talkin’ to all you lovely, wonderful people, It didn’t broadcast at all! Thankfully I was recordin’ all that, and will be playing that for you today, but first, a little ah… disclaimer.
The clips will be edited, but not for what’s actually in them. I just altered the voices a bit, thinkin’ that a lot of you wouldn’t like your voices tracked on a pirate radio station. Me choosin’ to do that has a lot to do with the letter I got with the player I found on my doorstep, and trust me, I checked that thing up and down before bringin’ it up to my broadcast zone. Especially with that letter, which I’m gonna read out to you lovely folks soon.
I’ll cop to it, I wasn’t entirely thinkin’ when I decided on this interview plan. Last thing I wanna do is introduce people to actual danger. The original recordings are gone, and all that’s left is the edited copies. The voices should be suitably off enough to keep anyone from guessin’ anytime soon. I don’t have much, but I’ve enough to do that at least.
Anyway, that letter, it was interestin’. Whoever gave the player and the letter to me’s got a nice hand on ‘im. Elegant as hell, and proper writing. I’ll try not to cut the words. Honestly the whole deal’s kinda creepy. All I know is this person knows a lot. Anyway, here goes folks.
“Rae,So there you go folks, I’m apparently not important enough to bother with. That’s written as a warnin’, and trust me, I’m not about to go glory hounding, but if I can make them worry about me? Good. I mean it’s not that I wanna get arrested and questioned, or more likely just shot out of hand on an excuse that I was resisting, but if me and my whispers make people think? Good. That being said, It’s time to move on to the things you’ve said to me in the past twenty four hours. I’ll not be speaking for a while, so this is your host, Rae, for Radio Dead Air, signing off.
I heard your most recent broadcast, and that your Vinyl player had been destroyed, in part, in a shootout. I have a few connections, and managed to rescue one for you that was slated for contraband. This player, however, does not come without a string attached. This string is a warning. Be careful, Rae. We know where you live, and where you broadcast from. The only reason we have not taken care of you is because you are not important enough to bother.”
April 16 – 1725
Hey there all you cool cats and welcome to Radio Dead Air and this is your host Rae!
How’ve you all been? Enjoyed the new music this mornin’? Not gonna lie, things are tense here. Tenser than normal. ‘Cos of that, Music’s gonna be a bit slow. Can’t switch too much with a broken arm an’ all. Ah well, bones heal an’ all, y’know? So how’d I break it? Funny story, that. Well, maybe not funny and more ‘I really shoulda seen that one coming’. So I was down getting’ more interviews for you people and I walked right into a bloody riot! Police all hot and people even hotter at ‘em. They saw my kit and smashed it, and me. The cops did, not the people.
I think we’ve gone full police state here people. I’m lucky I ain’t in jail right now, or dead. Even beat up though, I ‘eard our mysterious revolutionary is stirring thigns up. S’good to see people standin’ with ‘im. ‘ope he ain’t get his ass shot dead. But… if what I saw last night stays, I ain’t gotta worry about settin’ things right stoppin’ just cos he dies.
Honestly I wanna score an interview with ‘im. Talk with ‘im or maybe my mysterious record player provider. Workin’ on gettin’ in touch now and I’ll let you know how that goes!
Anyway, ‘m pretty beat t’ell so my cut in’ll be short, today. Until next time, this is Rae for Radio Dead Air, signin’ off!
April 17 – 1845
Hey there all you beautiful people, this is Rae and you’re listenin’ to Radio Dead Air! How’ve you all been? Things are okay here, ‘cept for the broken arm an’all. I’ll stop mentionin’ it, promise.
Anyway, good news! I got a note when I woke this mornin’, though ‘ow it got into m’place is weird as ‘ell. But it seems m’whisper wants t’mee-
‘Ey! What’s g-
What’re y’doin?!
Leggo you asswhistles! Ow! Hey that’s broken! Let me go!
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