Brooklyn Hacker
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Description: Rob Spectre - just your average self-produced superhero
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There was a day, past the dawn of modernity but before the dusk of the electron, when dusty haired miscreants gathered around glowing tubes, spinning dials to tune into the tales of tricks they could never turn. Stuffed under pillows, hidden under covers and only as loud as they could dare, some person beamed a story told through song that they conceived for an audience they couldn’t measure and could only hear one voice at a time, over a telephone.
Some lonely person impossibly far away on the late, late shift was slinging records that maybe a dozen people in their listening audience cared to hear. You have to be a certain age to have the experience of learning the personality of a disc jockey, for that time has thoroughly, perhaps blessfully, expired. You would tune in on the regular, learning through the timbre of the patter and the rhythm of the beat selection who the mysterious man on that radio was. Rolling in the lower-mid spectrum offered by am
He spun what he called the “Goldie oldies” and truthfully his name escapes me. Like the best on-air personalities, his was demonstrated through the three hours of music he spun each week. They would be a combination of the doo-wop hits that filled civic auditoriums two generations before I was born and the sometimes tragic imitations that passed on the late 80’s Billboard. I was 9, maybe 10, petrified of being discovered listening to rock and roll. I’d duck out of Full House early and before America’s Funni
Brooklyn Hacker
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