It's 1974 and in a basement rec room a corner of the room has been converted into an FM low power underground pirate radio station broadcasting deeper cuts from both mainstream and obscure albums of the 1967-1974 era to an audience in the Fairmont, West Virginia area dominated by 2 top 40 AM stations.   Some reel-to-reel recordings have recently been uncovered.  We have named them the Lost Katherine Street Basement Tapes.  We thread the tape on a reel-to-reel player today press play and then......... SHOULD THE PLAYLIST STOP PRESS SHIFT+N TO ADVANCE OR REFRESH THE PAGE

 "This is Strobe a new concept in radio programming".  Where we resurrect underground freeform radio circa 1968-1972.

  The Last Radio Signal from Katherine Street Author’s Note (2025): This story was found in a box of old manuscripts at a Fairmont estate sale. Dated 1974, it was never published, but along with the recently discovered  The Katherine Street Basement Tapes  it tells a tale that feels too important to leave lost. The neon glow of Fairmont’s downtown was already fading in the rearview mirror as I turned onto a side street, engine humming low. The only sound, besides the rattling of my old Chevy’s dashboard, was the hiss of static from the FM dial. I was chasing a ghost—an outlaw of the airwaves. Somewhere in this town, buried beneath brick and mortar, was a voice that had once shaped my nights. The Man with No Name. He vanished from the high desert airwaves in ‘72, leaving behind nothing but rumors and a trail of static. Some said he walked off into the desert. Some claimed he’d been shut down, silenced. But a guy in a dorm room at WVU swore he’d heard that same voice on a l...

Our Manifesto It's 1974 and in a basement rec room a corner of the room has been converted into an FM low power underground pirate radio station broadcasting deeper cuts from both mainstream and obscure albums of the 1967-1974 era to an audience in the Fairmont, West Virginia area dominated by 2 top 40 AM stations.   Let's assume some reel-to-reel recordings have recently been uncovered.  We have named them the Katherine Street Basement Tapes.  We thread the tape on a reel-to-reel player today press play and then....................   Press PLAY below and discover what some say sounds eerily like that of a DJ from Santa Fe that disappeared into the desert in 1972.   Tbe Legend of The Man With No Name  The Illiad and Odyssey of Freeform FM    SHOULD THE PLAYLIST STOP PRESS SHIFT+N TO ADVANCE OR REFRESH THE PAGE

"The night is a velvet tapestry, woven with threads of mystery and wonder. Let the stars above be your compass, as we drift into realms of sound uncharted. Each note, a whisper; each chord, a secret. Close your eyes, and let the music take you where the light cannot follow. This is your haven, your sanctuary. Welcome to the night… and to the journey within." "Good evening, travelers of the twilight... The world is quiet now, wrapped in the deep indigo hues of the night. Out there, the city hums faintly, but here... here we escape. We drift into a realm where time melts and shadows dance, guided only by the flicker of starlight and the heartbeat of sound. Tonight, I’ll take you on a journey—not just through music, but through moods, memories, and dreams. These are the whispers of an era, songs that once lingered in the air like incense and still burn softly in the corners of forgotten rooms. Close your eyes… let go of today… and join me on this voyage to the edge of the n...

Good evening, my friends. This is the new Alison Steele, the Nightbird, flying high with you on WNEW-FM. The night is dark and full of mystery, but also full of music that will light up your soul. Music that will make you feel, think, and dream. Music that will take you on a journey through time and space. Tonight, I have a special treat for you. A playlist of songs that I have handpicked for your listening pleasure. Songs that reflect the spirit of the late '60s and early '70s. Songs that are progressive, creative, and daring. Songs that speak to the heart of the counterculture and the human condition. As I always do, I will start with a poem that sets the mood for the night. This one is by William Blake, a visionary poet who saw beyond the ordinary and the mundane. He wrote: To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour Isn’t that beautiful? To see the wonder and the magic in everything around us...