I donāt listen to podcasts but it relaxes me to listen to the radio when I clean. At a very dark moment in my life, I downloaded the app Simple Radio so I could listen to Mexican stations. You know, I lived in LA and Iām familiar with the aggressively positive cocaine-infused voices of stations like La Raza, so I thought thatād be an energetic way to start my dreadfully slow mornings. But after a few days of narco corridos, I ended up finding this mysterious station from Panama that is simply called ClĆ”sica which seems to be a playlist in a loop: no shows, just tunes. A strange melange of 70ās lounge music, sexy saxophones, 1950ās classics, theremin, cheap sounding covers of 1980ās hits. All with a clumsy quality that makes it incredibly special. Listening to it makes me feel like Iām in an airport business lounge in the 90ās, and thatās a feeling I love. Also, since thereās absolutely no information about this PanameƱa station anywhere, I worry about it disappearing and leaving no trace, which makes it seem a bit more like a precious gem.