mono raze years before i was walking around in the world, someone close enough to call themselves kin bought you a tube-driven radio with a monaural speaker. it was a gift. no one can remember you listening to music. not one song. not ever. the radio was a piece of furniture for you. it's more than furniture now that it's mine. it took recording engineers a long time to figure out what they were doing once mono gave way to stereo sound and they had a larger playing field to work with. when music was meant to come screaming out of a jukebox or a radio with a single speaker, it was simple. everything was straight ahead and right down the middle. it was different when there were two channels to think about. they'd pan all the instruments hard left and all the vocal tracks hard right, and you'd get a nightmare on headphones with a hollow center. anyone who wasn't lucky enough to grow up with the early bob_dylan and beatles and rolling stones albums on vinyl had no idea how hard those songs could hit in black_and_white. they got it right eventually. but it took time. and there's still an urgency in those old mono mixes nothing else can touch. your radio pushes everything into punching above its weight by taking all the colour away. even my own voice can cut through anything with the help of a little bit of heated metal. i wish you were alive to hear me sing. 220427 what's it to you? who go blather from