The ghost in the machine

Back in the early seventies I went to a party in an old apartment in West Philadelphia. Sometime during the evening an inordinate number of people started gathering in the bathroom, and not for what you might think. Turns out the decrepit ventilator fan had a reputation for sounding like horse race commentary. Jack thinks we must have all been high and had a mass auditory hallucination, but believe me, you could clearly hear a horse race.

“…and they’re comin’ down the stretch and it’s Bob’s Your Uncle in the lead with Mad Hatter comin’ along the outside….”

You couldn’t hear actual words, but the tone and rhythm were absolutely pitch perfect. That ventilator was a marvel.

We have something like that on EV. At some point every day one of us hears a radio on in the background. Seriously. Sometimes it sounds like a soap opera. Sometimes it’s news. Last night I heard gospel selections from the Alan Lomax collection. Drew heard it when he was here. We’ve spent hours searching for the source of the sound and come up empty every time. We can enumerate every radio onboard and know whether it’s on or off. But still we can’t find the phantom radio.

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  1. Rob Canale

    I remember spending a long time in that bathroom watching ashes move around in the sink. Always fun at Buddy’s.

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