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Dear Listener…

I’ve never been the kind of girl who fit in.Not on the playground.Not in the office.Not even in the places where I was supposed to shine.

But music?Music always understood me.

It didn’t ask me to dim, or explain, or shrink.

It let me imagine—not as escape,but as creation.

That’s what Dead Air is.Not a place to pretend,but a place to remember that pretending is power.

A sacred rehearsal for the soul.A little static on the dial between what was and what could be.

Maybe you’ve never quite fit either.

If so, pull up a mic. You’re home now.

 
 
 

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Polo, the Eskie and the author Wanda singing

Some words from Author 

This book would not have been possible

without the influence of many people. To the ones I may have forgotten, I’ll start with you. My life is full of moments that have somehow been forgotten. I know this because I am frequently reminded of things/people over the years, especially in the 90’s that I just don’t remember. But I do know, somewhere on a higher realm, we were meant to skate in and out of each other’s lives. I thank you.

 

To my mom.

 

You are the best mom I could have asked for. Perfect for me! You always love me through it ALL and I love you beyond words. To my dad and ancestors.

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The Street & Myles families. I feel you. I hear you. Thanks for keeping watch. To my extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins and cousins. And my brother and sisters. Whether we talk or not, you’re in my heart. To my deepest, dearest, longest friends Mary and Jennifer, who get me and still love me, as much as anyone can. You inspire me.

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I love you with ALL my heart.

Dead Air

Laughter, Love, Legacy

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