Category: Radio

1992 – autumn – Radio Nova 22, part 2

In the studio, there was an older guy than me, probably just over 30 years old, who I later found out was also an architect. He welcomed me with a smile, both from his mouth and eyes, and introduced himself: Adi Popescu. He was one of the founding members of the radio, but I didn’t know that at the time. I didn’t recognize Adi’s name from the radio, probably because I didn’t listen to the radio at the time he was broadcasting, around three in the afternoon. I sat down next to him trying not to tremble. He explained that he would take the reins, meaning that he would support my interventions from a technical point of view, opening the way to the mixer and…

1992 – autumn – Radio Nova 22

Over time, I forgot about Contact Radio. The white nights in the dorm (not due to studying) and my ability to postpone my life, which had not yet become proverbial, occupied all my time. However, a new opportunity to work in radio arose, in the person of one of my most constant partners in white nights. The guy’s name was Razvan, and through a surprise circumstance, he was hired at Radio Nova 22 as an editor-presenter-producer, 4 in 1, for a weekly economics program. He was a math student, a latecomer like me, and had officially nothing to do with economics, but he was an intelligent person with a decent general culture, so he was able to research for 15 minutes of content per week, even if it was economic. Especially if we also consider John Kenneth Galbraith’s saying that economists were invented to make…

Around 1992, approximately in the spring.

Very few of my close ones know – and among those who know, very few remember – that the first radio station I knocked on the door of (literally) was Contact. I didn’t like either the music they played (Contact was always a CHR – contemporary hit radio), or what they said. That’s where the short intervention was invented, which started with the time, continued with the weather or the song, and ended with the wish “pleasant listening”, which I still hate to this day. Without serious content, such as politics, social issues or any field or subject on which people could have different opinions.

But it was the ’90s. Although my parents never complained to me, they…

1991 – spring

Since autumn I lived in Bucharest, because I was a student. My tape recorder double and I moved into a studio apartment on Drumul Taberei. I had advanced, I knew what FM was and what it did, and I had a favorite radio, it was called Nova 22, it was on the frequency 92.7 megahertz. Nova 22 was recently reactivated online by one of those who were then, in ’91, dikes: Geo Culda. Then he did a daily program together with Cristi, later known as Matze. They called themselves Raccoons. It wasn’t the only radio where trick nicknames were used for artists, there were others; Bagheera, Mister Big (I was a colleague with him for many years and we still keep in touch) and many more. Anyway, most of the time the people who spoke…

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1990, summer. I come from Brasov by train. I was in black prewashed jeans thick as hell, in which I was sweating all over, which I was very proud of, because I hadn’t really had jeans. They were loose on me and had attached flap pockets. But by far the coolest product I brought from Brașov was a black double cassette player with CD (!), I don’t remember the brand, which my brother had bought in the shop. Shop then meant a currency store, where during the years of socialism you could find goods imported from the West, where as a Romanian you could only buy currency, which you had to justify, which was almost impossible. Someone in your family must have worked abroad or something like that. In 1990 there were still shops that started selling to Romanians without restrictions, now that capitalist freedom had invaded us. Back then I didn’t know the word “capitalism”, I barely used the term…