A couple of years ago, I purchased a cheap shortwave radio online for musical purposes, with the added bonus that maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to land on a numbers station.
Lo and behold, I caught a bizarre transmission one night bearing all the hallmarks of a numbers station broadcast: the short musical phrase, the nonsensical words, the endless repetition. I recorded a few loops on my phone, and then promptly forgot about it the next day.
A few months later, I’m at a record store in Cambridge, killing time, and what do you think I suddenly hear buried in the free folk record they’re spinning? Yep — that very same transmission I had stumbled on.
As time would have it, I lost both the recording I had made and the name of the record.
