The cat’s out of the bag. FM straight from the horse’s mouth. Radio to squeeze, to complain, from Middle High German quetzen, quetschen, “to squeeze. “today, listen.”
We’re gonna Peel it now and for the next several weeks: tons of music, little organization, lots of love.
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November 30, 2007
Dammit – I’m not even sure I’m looking at the right bag, and I absolutely can’t find the cat. I totally don’t get the radio changes you’re hinting at.