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kwilson@ckua.com
Thank you, boxy '60s-era clock-radio, a refugee from the kitchen, for introducing my younger self 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 me your services during countless hours of high-volume pop-musicological research throughout my teen years.
Thank you, bargain bins, for feeding my late-developing obsession with '60s soul and R & B.
Thank you, plucky campus/community radio station, for nurturing my first steps in the powerfully addictive and highly enjoyable role of deejay/radio compère.
And thank you, venerable CKUA, for letting me share my burgeoning passion for groovy electrified and electronic music of all kinds with your impossibly savvy listeners.
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