Carl Blare

Morning coincides with the rise of sunlight and for many, the rise from sleep.

Morning coincides with the rise of sunlight and for many, the rise from sleep.

Some curiosity also arises regarding the status of the surrounding world, and the most essential answer is as close as the window where we can observe that we have not been swallowed in a sink hole, are not 10-feet under water nor trapped in an ice glacier.

Radio is a sort of window but the scenery fabricated by the stations is seldom appropriate the natural tranquility of morning. The one or two stations with actual on air staff provide so much superfluous information that attention deficit can be suffered in under 5-minutes. Sports rattling not connected to a currently ongoing game is probably not something to be wondered about except by those most closely related to neanderthal side of the family. Religious repetition is best left to itself where it will go on like a tree always falling in an unpopulated forest. Music goes straight for the emotions and early morning starts with emotions reset into a neutral position, best not tampered with until events later in the day open the emotions for manipulation by outside forces.

What’s left, as far as radio goes? The silent spaces in between stations. Very pleasant to enjoy with breakfast, coffee, preparation, retaining control.

Little buzzes and atmospheric traces from everywhere. And each channel is a little different. On one you might hear the fading in and out from some far off place, on another the startup of a small towner out a hundred miles somewhere.

These empty frequencies could be captured and used by a part 15 station as morning programming. “Today, the sound, or lack thereof, of 660 on the dial, coming to you from 1550.”