I thought about all the radio art transmissions that dump their fuel and make premature landings, about the countless audio aircraft that never arrive at their true destination, or that shake, rattle, and roll violently, without ever coming to the climax. And after three or four more complimentary cocktails, the voices in my head piled up like drowned rats . . . The technology of transmission is the promise of one world made whole, brought together, all languages, all races, all cultures. I dream of a time when everybody on the planet lives, breathes, and touches each other air. A glorious communion A celebration to end all celebrations in a language to end all languages.
Communication is community.
The technology of transmission is the promise of one world made whole, brought together, all languages, all races, all cultures. I dream of a time when everybody on the planet lives, breathes, and touches each other on air. A glorious communion, communion, communion. A celebration to end all celebrations in a language to end all languages. Here Comes Everybody.