KOMA Oklahoma City. It drifted in and out as I listened from a cow town in Wyoming. An old RCA Victor radio in my basement bedroom got me by. On Friday nights was a show called rappin. The usual dope head would call in to offer his opinion about legalizing pot, man. Then he would forget what he was saying.
The music was all I had to listen to except for a local cowboy station KPOW where the singing cowboy offered songs early in the morning.
Good music was pretty scarce. Somehow in this little town there occasional concerts by musicians who felt the need to give more people a chance to hear something classier.
The music was all I had to listen to except for a local cowboy station KPOW where the singing cowboy offered songs early in the morning.
Good music was pretty scarce. Somehow in this little town there occasional concerts by musicians who felt the need to give more people a chance to hear something classier.