There was no algorithm.

There was only MTV

120 minutes.

And mix tapes passed along

Brother to sister. Friend to friend.

Save you from the radio

Wedren’s voice

A sonic cry

The things they didn’t want you to hear.

“These are our demands”

Wipoeout tunes the playlist from a frat party in the hands of a 12 year old girl

Salvation.

Save me from my friends.

Save me from myself.

This precious piece of plastic

Headphones, burning away my ears

Silence the noise of the school bus.

A window to a whole different world,

A vibrant one where the songs came out of garages,

Ripped out of us.

Took our heart and one listen we knew the truth of it.