Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how to cultivate a radio life again. I never had to cultivate a “radio life” back in the days I now reminisce about.  Those days just happened.  My days were my own back then — before 2010.  I don’t even need to go back to the 90s to recall times when I woke to look out my window instead of down at a screen, when my thoughts, plans, and daydreams wandered according to a pace and direction my own mind and life set for myself before me instead of the random pings and alerts set by my social media feeds.  Back in the day, the radio days, I had more spaciousness to ruminate, to take walks, to listen to the radio.  I miss the work of the mixed tape and the living of the mixed up life.  “Say So Long to Serendipity” wrote John Balzar in a 2002 article.  I still have the now-old newspaper clipping taped to the wall over my desk back at home.  The iPhone would yet exist for seven years, Facebook for a couple more years, never mind Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr, six, eight, and seven years respectively.  Was the world far quieter back then?  Not really, but my days were my own. Over the next few months, I’ll be working out how to cultivate the old radio days again.