Help Me Celebrate My Birthday

If you've been enjoying Dynamic Range Radio for a while now but you still need an extra push before you make a donation, then try this on for size: my birthday is this week!

The exact date of my birth remains a mystery, but historians estimate that this glorious event took place in the last week of April in 1972. I was later found set adrift on a piece of birch bark floating down the Miramichi river, wrapped in a piece of newspaper which helped officials roughly estimate my date of birth. Perhaps my mother could have afforded to keep me if she'd had a PayPal account.

If I may be allowed a painful, groan-worthy metaphor, Dynamic Range Radio is my baby, so all birthday presents directed at me will be used to keep the station on the air and prevent me from writing such pathetic sales pitches again.