EastSide radio

There was a time and a place where we lived through this other fad.  As mere mortals, we tend to live through these phases, or fads in our lives.  We consume, eat, play, change and move on to the next thing.  This was  a really interesting and fun different fad we had for a time.  We lived in a unit, we called Amorous Amaroo, right by the ocean, in a lovely little bay, we enjoyed sea breezes through our windows and the sound of crashing waves all day and night. At first it was unnerving, it felt too loud this sound of waves and tide crashing, moving around, it seemed loudest at night, when the ocean woke up and everything else went to sleep. A station was found on the FM band, it played jazz music that seemed to provide a matching carefree soundtrack to our lives.  The presenters talked between tracks and invited listeners to ring in and send in poetry and prose.  We particpated, we sat out on the rocks by the sea to listen and ring in.  My wife rang in with a Woody Allen quote "Sex is like bridge, if you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand".  Which we thought was funny and great. Other times, we made up poems and laughed at our literary pretensions. We laughed and made fun of others that rang in, life's waif's and strays, drunk, bored, drugged, all unedited, unrestrained on this EastSide radio.  Other's would be going out large on their Saturday night, we were content with our night in with EastSide and joked we were getting old and less easily pleased for our entertainment and fun.  I can look back now with such nostalgic fondness, perhaps we had it all then, that was all we needed, we picked up something on the airwaves that carried us away to another place & time, simplicity in concert with our location and lives.  We on the Northside tuned in and dropped out for EastSide radio.