The old radio station at Musick Point, Auckland sits atop a peninsular clifftop ; its signals guided military ships and planes in the Pacific during WWII . Now, the humming of the wires is generated by an amateur radio ham group that keeps the spirit of the place alive.
Regardless of the messages sent, the symbols of the power of the airwaves always resonate with me.
The magic of radio – on the road ,in the dead of the night : words, voices ,music – always the music.
“And I can get your station
When I need rejuvenation
You never let me down, no.”
‘Wavelength’, Van Morrison (1978)