Radio Control - Pravesh

The newspaper got it wrong, as usual. Trumpeting the sensation in BOLD HEADLINES, they blared out a barely connected cacophony of adjectives, calculated to shift The Times. There was a key to this, and we searched because it struck a chord. This was our language, our culture, our happiness. The music did not condemn souls, only liberate them. We played until we couldn't stand - drained but still full, possessed but still free.