Nowhere, On Air
Semi-late night community radio broadcasts from a strange little town in the Crowsnest Pass, Alberta (aka, not just the middle of nowhere, but nowhere itself). Nothing ever happens here. Certainly nothing weird. Why would you even suggest that? Listen close. Don't wander off. It's a long way to get where you're going. Especially out here.
Nowhere, On Air
Interlude: Happy New Year
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Another memory trickles in through the static...
Just a little bonus to say happy new year! From behalf of all of us here at the station, wishing you health, warmth, and happiness to all of you and yours! Thanks for tuning in, more episodes to come soon!
CW: Static and distortion.
Sound effects this episode courtesy of the many wonderful contributors at Freesound.org.
Arr. and original additional lyrics to Auld Lang Syne by Jesse Syratt.
Nowhere, On Air is created, voiced and produced by Jesse Syratt. Cover art by Moon Hermit Crab.
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[CHANNELS, DISTORTION, STATIC, THEN– BONFIRE. WIND HOWLING.]
JESS: I- it's so cold. I’m trying to keep my mind off of it. It's still snowing outside and so I found a bunch of old papers and I uh, used this hole in the roof to have a makeshift chimney thing and… and I was just thinking about the bonfires we used to have in your backyard. Watching smoke and sparks rise into the night. The warmth of the flames, and the warmth of being side by side against the dark.
I’ve been sitting here for hours and sometimes I close my eyes and pretend you’re just across from me and it's so quiet. I- I keep messing with all the radio shit here, but part of me is so scared nothing is out there. I don’t know how much longer I can bear the empty static…
[STATIC, THEN A FAINT SONG PLAYING UNDER JESS AS SHE SPEAKS; AULD LANG SYNE
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?]
There’s something- like a cloud of breath in the cold air. Crackling through. I know, I know I’m just cold and delirious and lonely, but… I hear singing. I don’t know who, or if it's just… a memory, but… someone is out there… someone is singing
[STATIC DECREASES, AND VOICES SINGING CLEARER]
SONG: For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
JESS JOINS: We two have run about the hills,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
[STATIC AND DISTORTION TIL FADES, SO JUST JESS IS LEFT]
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
[STATIC]
JESS: [SNIFFLES] Happy new year, I guess. I thought I had sensed a great big change on the chill in the air. I thought it was just me, my grief, but… To everyone I’ve left behind, I wish I could be with you. Singing, even in the dark times.
[STATIC]
SONG: Should the years run out on us
And should all things die?
Should the world grow dark, we still will
Sing auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
for auld lang syne
I’ll miss you and I wish you well
for auld lang syne