I spent this morning at WFMU's transmitter, assisting Chief Engineer John Fogarazzo, or "The Fog Machine", as we affectionately refer to him around here at the Magic Factory. Our transmitter is located in a heavily guarded bunker in East Orange, and accessing it requires a complicated series of fingerprint verifications, retina scans, and the presentation of multiple forms of identification.
Over the years, I've been sent on many of these missions with John, and I look forward to them because he often bestows some of his considerable knowledge of radio science upon me. As someone who still doesn't really understand how the little bumps on the record make the music come out when they touch the needle, I'm hopeful that these lessons will one day transform me into the Edwin Howard Motherfuckin' Armstong of my generation. This is what I learned today: