anyone who's ever crashed at my house for the nights knows about my obsession with old time radio. i probably owe them all an apology for keeping them up so late while i listen to them (strongest regrets to my portland friends who were kept up late after that long drive, especially after they played shows. sorry sorry sorry!)
they've totally become part of my bedtime routine over the past few years. i adore them!
i have even found stand-out favorites among these echoes from yesterday, such as "lights out", "quiet, please", "dragnet", vincent price's "the saint", "richard diamond, private detective", "the lives of harry lime" (yay orson welles!), "the mysterious traveler", and my absolute very very favorite, "the whistler".
"the whistler" is a strange, spooky series of shows that ran from 1942 until 1955. each story began with a sinister voice claiming the following statement:i am the whistler, and i know many things for i walk by night. i know the secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows.
i LOVE the overacting and odd sound effects they used! it's stuff like this that makes me feel like i was born too late.
i think i have most of the catchphrases memorized, and i'm not just talking about stuff everyone knows like "the shadow". i mean obscure stuff for people my age, like dana andrews' closing line on every episode of "i was a communist for the fbi":i am a communist for the fbi; i walk alone.
or the mysterious traveler's departing line:
i take this same train every week.
i'm such a cornball.
picnik just offered new halloween effects. i had to try them. hey, just proving my corniness. you doubted, didn't you? lame post, i'm tired and caught up in my radio shows.
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