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Radios Victory and Short Peace
3
Television Takes Over the Living Room
10
When the Two Worked as One
17
The Substance of Sound
23
The Way It Was Radio
32
A Winning Formula Is Found
38
Going to the Top 40
55
New Legends of the Ol Airwaves
64
A White Man s Medium
115
AMs Fall from Grace
129
FM s Rise to Power
135
Polluting the Air
144
Into the New Millennium
151
Impressions Count
153
Noncommercial Radio
161
Tubes and Wires in a Box
170

And Now the News
70
Words Without Music 11
77
As a Public Trustee
87
Those Tuneout Factors
94
Part IIIThe Times and Bands Are AChangin
101
A Medium for Everyone
103
Behind Every Set
109
Stations in the Fold
178
The Future of Radio
186
A Play for Broadcast
195
Further Reading
209
Index
211
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Página 203 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love; for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would stoop from this to this?
Página 203 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himselt; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;' A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 203 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed , Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : Thia was your husband.
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Página 208 - That we'll see about. Meanwhile some homage to the High Commissioner Who first assigned these frequencies to earth, Who marked these airlanes out. He is the same Who fixed the stars in place, Who set afire the sun and froze the moon and dug the furrows wherein oceans flow. He holds the formula for genesis and death. His hand rests on a dial bigger than infinity. This microphone is not an ordinary instrument, For it looks out on vistas wide indeed: My voice commingles now with northern lights and...
Página 207 - ... As should be radiated in the skies. Do you grant radio is here to stay? Then grant this further: That the mystic ethers were established well before the first word passed between two men: It's only latterly we've seen that speech is buoyant in these waves; A puff or two of years, that's all it is. There may this very moment be, As close to us as one discoverer away, Whole firmaments of stuffs awaiting comprehension. That we'll see about. Meanwhile some homage to the High Commissioner Who first...
Página 30 - Over the radio verse has no visual presence to compete with. Only the ear is engaged and the ear is already half poet. It believes at once: creates and believes. It is the eye which is the realist. It is the eye which must fit everything together, must see everything before and behind. It is the eye and not the ear which refuses to believe in the lovely girlhood of the middleaged soprano who sings Isolde...

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