Fast forward a couple of centuries and I am again listening to radio. On the internet. BBC radio in particular. It turns out that Jedediah Berry's The Manual of Detection is being broadcast on BBC 4, read by Toby Jones (only a couple of episodes left, though). He's doing a good read and the voice is just right for the mood of the book. It's hard for me to keep up, since I don't know the scheduling. Almost missed episode 2.
There is also a production of Dr. Who. A whole production, not just a reading. Complete with sound effects. ::big sigh::
That kind of radio requires me to be tucked up in bed or on the sofa under something comfy. Preferable with the lights off and nothing else to do. It's my radio listening set up, the one I established when I was still in high school. This was back when FM radio still had some flexibility. The DJs were unique.
I would listen to Rocko or Jonathan Schwartz, or Alison Steele, the Nightbird. That was the way I first heard The Velveteen Rabbit. Lying on the long sofa that was my bed on my grandmother's porch. It's how I spent the last two years of high school, listening to the very large radio that stood at one end of the sofa keeping me company through the night. I don't remember the music as much as I remember listening to the voices.
Looking up Schwartz on Wikipedia, I found that he left WNEW-FM the same year I left New York. No coincidence. I'd stopped listening to that station by then. My life had shifted away from a porch life with a very large radio keeping me company.
I will leave you with this, however.