In 2013, I began your quest in earnest. I heard the tap-tap-tapping and felt the frequencies. I payed close attention and hoped to play a single note in your song. There's something sublime with the Spirit of the Radio. It's woven clues (just as it's always done). For now, we are tiny bubbles reaching up to the surface in a pot of boiling water. The bubble are from the same source, but not the same thing. For a moment, they're unique, and how their presence surrounds you waiting to b