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I knew a guitar player onceWho called the radio friendlyhe felt a kinship, not with the musicso much as with the radio's voiceit's synthetic quality, it's voice as distinctfrom the voices coming through itit's ability to transmit the illusionof people at a great distancehe slept with the radiohe talked to the radiohe disagreed with the radiohe believed in a far-away radio landhe believed he would never find this landso he reconciled himself to listening to it onlyhe believed he had been banned from the radio landand was doomed to prowl the airwaves foreverseeking some magical channelthat would reinstate him with his long lost heritage From Letras Mania