the ability to feel both of these at the same time: independence and longing uncanny—the experience of oneself as a foreign body summits forecast: in the clouds under cloudy skies the humid smoke shrouding the mountains hike 4,000 feet for your commute, stop showering, implore the peaks to grant you clarity, stack rocks day in… Read More
Hello people who read this blog! I am WRMC’s democratically elected Tech Director Bobo, serving WRMC again for the coming fall and spring. This summer I’m interning in software development in my hometown of Birmingham, trying to soak up as much heat as I can before I have to return to the frozen wastes…. Read More
Sup radio freaks. I’m Jeff, your programming director for next fall and co-general manager with Maddy in the spring. This summer I’m living and working in Brooklyn. I spend part of the week interning at music promotion company Terrorbird Media, where I perform office tasks with hip Brooklynites while internally crying to Big Thief; and… Read More
Hi friends! I’m Maddy (she/her) and I’m gonna be your General Manager this 2018-19 school year. I’m originally from Newburyport, MA, but this summer I’m living in Middlebury and leaning into my rural alter ego with a vengeance. By day I work at the station, where Noah Sauer and I can usually be found in… Read More
The air has burned at over 90 degrees for five days straight and a lack of fluctuation blurs the distinction between night and day. Heat rises, and if you ascend the staircase to your bedroom the warmth just hangs heavier. Normalcy is no longer an option. Rub peppermint oil on your wrists and drive up… Read More
It’s summer again in the Champlain Valley! It’s time to swim in crystal clear rivers and revive the search for the ultimate maple creeme. Whether you’re being lawful and sleeping in your your designated residence or performing a stakeout on the floor of one of Middlebury’s air conditioned academic buildings, WRMC supports your cause. Here’s… Read More
Cold raindrops materialize out of the humid air. Treetops and old mill towers peek out of a thick mist. The scent of wet earth permeates the air. Crack the window to find the rain has stopped. Look up at the sky.
On a guitar rich in bass tones and coated with tasteful reverb, Eric Benoit conjures a series of gentle arpeggios, punctuating them with a few well-placed harmonics. Then, with his lilting tenor, he carries us through simple, evocative lyrics: “I’ve never been to New Mexico / Never seen the canyons there / But I open… Read More
Here lies 2017, the year she told you not to worry about. And look what came of it: 2017 took your net neutrality, brought Charles Murray to campus, and made your annoying twelve-year-old cousin Bitcoin rich. And what’s your consolation prize? A fidget spinner in your stocking and tide pods for Christmas dinner. More seriously—2017… Read More
club kid mating calls of the early 2000s You step down off the doorstep and onto the narrow sidewalk as soon as the sun sets. The sky hovers at a deep blue, and the multicolored lights from street reflect off your heavily bleached hair. You pull the fur-lined hood of your jacket over your head… Read More
