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kwilson@ckua.com
Thank you, boxy ’60s-era clock-radio, a refugee from the kitchen, for introducing the young Mr. Wilson to the delightful promise of radio, not only with countless hours of fine indigenous public broadcasting but also with signals that skittered off the ionosphere nightly from distant Other Places.
Thank you, "portable" Philco stereo system—with flip-down turntable, ten-disc automatic changer, and detachable turquoise-grille speakers—for lending your services to Mr. Wilson during countless hours of high-volume pop-musicological research throughout the teen years.
Thank you, bargain bins, for feeding Mr. Wilson’s late-developing
obsession with ’60s Soul and R & B.
Thank you, plucky campus/community radio station, for nurturing Mr. Wilson’s first steps in the powerfully addictive and highly enjoyable role of DJ/radio compere.
Thank you, slender iBook, for helping Mr. Wilson ply his intriguing
weekday trade as one of the editors of Edmonton’s SEE Magazine.
And thank you, venerable CKUA, for letting Mr. Wilson share his burgeoning passion for groovy electrified and electronic music of all kinds with your impossibly savvy listeners.
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