Showing my age, I remember when teenagers called AM radio stations at night to dedicate songs to girls or boys they liked. The lyrics communicated things they couldn’t say face to face. In junior high school, I was one of the them.
Sometimes we masked our identity but made clear whom the song was intended. Or we identified ourselves and left people guessing about the recipient. If we were lucky, our dedications would air live rather than get read in the DJ’s hyper parlance. What was said would be the source of giggled chatter at school the next day. Read More
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