Platenprak

My radio adventure began in 1968 with a small illegal transmitter on FM in Amsterdam. It was a way to impress my neighbor by disrupting the signal of the station she was listening to. She lived diagonally below us, and because it was a warm summer evening with open windows, I could hear that it had worked: my music, played from a cassette recorder, resounded through the street. Nothing else came of it then, by the way.