RADIO / words by Chris Walla

When I was a radio gliding through slate skies at dawn, reception was marginal, but I still sang along as you clung to your balcony and tried not to drown. You called in an SOS and I turned around. You were spitting out fiberglass, still hot from the blaze, afraid that your fire escape would smolder for days.

Don’t part it out - take it all.

That’s efficiency to me.