On airKELP 89.30100–0400
Nocturne Desk
Four hours of correspondence read aloud by people who cannot sleep, scored to the hum of a refrigerator in Studio C.
Every night the desk receives about ninety letters and reads eleven of them. The rest are filed in a cabinet that has not been opened since the flood. Our host, Ines Marchetti, insists that the unread letters are the reason the show works — a kind of ballast under the studio floor.
The signal is weakest between two and three in the morning, when the transmitter on Redhill cools and drifts nearly a tenth of a megahertz. Regular listeners have learned to drift with it.
- The Opening LetterRead cold
- Refrigerator Hum, Side AAmbient
- Postmarks We Could Not PlaceSegment
- Answering Machine ArchiveTape
- Sign-off & Weather for SailorsLive