Journal
Stories from the six receivers and the people who owned them, and small guides to listening.
Why Dial is a radio, not a playlist
A playlist asks you to choose. A radio asks you to listen. Dial is built on the small effort of turning a dial.
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A 25-minute focus ritual with a radio
Tune, set the timer, put the phone face down. A simple way to start work without picking a playlist.
ReadKei, 2 a.m., Shibuya
SHIBUYA '84 belonged to a student cramming for entrance exams, with Night Piano on 88.0 and rain on the window.
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Noi's cassette stall, Siam Square
SIAM '96 played in a tiny cassette stall in a Bangkok arcade, under a ceiling fan, waiting out the afternoon storm.
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Margarethe closes the café
BRAUN '68 stood on a café counter in 1968. Its owner always had one last coffee after the chairs went up.
ReadAh Wing on the last ferry
HONG KONG '79 kept a night-shift deckhand company on the last Star Ferry crossing of the night.
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Dolores, home at three
NEW YORK '58 sat in a small apartment in midtown, turned down low so the neighbours wouldn't knock.
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Tiago fixed this one himself
RIO '64 came out of a radio repair shop near Copacabana, with a hum at 90.5 that its owner decided to keep.
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