It was like that Velvet Underground song “every time I put on a radio there was nothin’ goin’ down at al. Not at all.” Then I discovered WECI one happy August afternoon and now I’m “shaking’ to that fine, fine music. My life was saved by rock ’n’ roll,” but first it was by jazz. I was driving the back way to the lumberyard east of Centerville. The su…
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