I used to have a radio kind of like this.
It wasn’t exactly like this…but most of the radios that I had looked kind of like this.
I didn’t have a set or even a single earphone or headphone….but I had a pillow….and at night, I’d put this radio under it….and turn the sound down low….and listen.
As I write this, I’m listening to Bill Morrissey on Spotify.
Now, I listen to what I want….when I want.
But I remember what a thrill it was to hear a song that I’d been waiting to hear when I had my radio under my pillow.
It was a thrill to listen to music when I was supposed to be asleep.
Clandestine delayed gratification.
That was good training to figure out how to be patient and sneaky.
I like being able to listen to anything….at anytime, though.
There was something kind of goofy and intimate….and, I have a feeling, kind of universal…about hiding a little radio under your pillow when you were supposed to be sleeping.
I wonder how many of us did that?
“papa was a rolling stone” the Temptations