Pirate radio
It slides into your car, pulsing salsa, say, or reggae. It brings news of distant lands, but there's static on the streets.
In a corner studio overlooking bustling Blue Hill Avenue, the young woman behind the controls spins a booming tropical mix of compas, reggae, and contemporary Haitian tunes, plus a little bit of Destiny's Child and Shaggy. (Full article: 1304 words)
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