Baby your mind is a radio
Got a receiver inside my head
Baby I’m tuned to your wavelength
Lemme tell you what it says:
Oh! Picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound…of a brand-new world.
—The Talking Heads, “Radio Head” (1986)
A dictum of mobbing is that everything is a radio. I’ve written about mobbers and radio in the past, albeit with a superficial understanding of radio. I’ve also written about the mobbers’ use of telephone technologies, about how the mobbing moved from street-side games of rousting the renter to the explicitly criminal as verbal abuse crept into the infrastructure of my modest 1940s home. Even before the mobbers marshaled the systems of my home and flooded them with verbal abuse, they made exploratory forays into the communications systems that tied my interior world to the exterior world, those binding the individual to society. At the onset of the mob it was indeed a brand new world as the robo-calls mounted to my unsecure cordless phone, as an unused intercom for the phone in my bedroom lit up, and as I began to hear the voices of my “neighbors” tittering about a “party line” when I picked up the phone. In an earlier blog about mobbing, I wrote that everything that isn’t a radio is a phone. That statement, however, doesn’t help to tell the story of real estate mobbing. The technical reality of phones and cell phones is pretty much the same. When it comes to mobbing, a phone is just another radio.