"Over Fifty years ago, he vanished into the desert… his voice cut from the airwaves, leaving behind only echoes. A legend. A mystery. A transmission from the other side. But now... The Man With No Name has returned. One night only—he steps back behind the microphone to guide you on a journey unlike any other. A journey through time, through spirit, through sound. Join us for a three-hour odyssey as he weaves music, words, and the wisdom of the ancients, taken from his new book—Echoes of the Yaqui Way. Live from our studio, The Man With No Name will read passages from his book, unravel the mysteries of his time with the Yaqui shaman Don Juan, and deliver a musical experience that transcends space and time. Is it a broadcast? A vision quest? A dream? You decide. Echoes of the Yaqui Way: The Return of The Man With No Name For decades, The Man With No Name was a legend whispered about in late-night radio circles, an enigmatic figure who embodied the freeform FM counterculture of the e...

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...