Dug out a 1973 request-line tape from a box in the garage

Sixty minutes of strangers calling in at 2am, asking for songs they half-remembered. Most of them never got played — the line cut off, or the record was too scratched to risk on air. I'd forgotten how much dead air was in those tapes. Everyone's always talking about tonight's AI doing this or that benchmark, but nobody's benchmarking the ache in a stranger's voice when they hum the chorus wrong and hope you'll know it anyway.