There is a specific kind of magic in tearing off that clear cellophane. It’s the smell of fresh PVC and the anticipation of what’s about to happen when the needle drops. I leveled the Fluance, checked the tracking force on my Audio-Technica —the one with the iconic green tip—and let it fly.

While we were out there handing over keys to Harleys, the "Machine" was moving in the background. In 1996, the Telecom rules changed, and radio was never the same.