WFMG is a radio station licensed to Richmond, Indiana, located at 101.3 MHz on the FM dial. WFMG broadcasts at an effective radiated power of 25,000 watts with its studios, offices, and tower located on West Main Street in Richmond.
WFMG started broadcasting on December 17, 1960 as WKBV-FM at 106.5 MHz. WKBV-FM featured a Beautiful music format throughout its duration. WKBV-FM moved to 101.3 MHz in the early 1960s. In 1976, the station dropped beautiful music in favor of a middle-of-the-road Adult Contemporary format as WRIA, meaning "W Richmond Indiana Area". The station eventually segued into what would today be considered Hot Adult Contemporary by the early and mid 80s. "FM 101" went to a soft rock format in 1986. The calls changed to WFMG and the station became known on the air as "Magic 101...Lite Rock, Less Talk." This format continued until the late 80s when cross-town station WQLK dropped its Top 40 format in favor of Classic Hits. "Magic 101" maximized on this move by adding hotter records to its playlist by 1990. Also added was a nightly countdown show as well as American Top 40. Unlike WQLK, "Magic 101" did not go full-fledged into the format in order to maintain its presence as an Adult Contemporary station.
I picked it up. I held it. I threw it away. I strayed.
By far one of the dumbest things I've done to myself.
No embracement of the truth, it's gone.
Progress unwound. Ideals shut down.
Pin it on me. Take me away.
I'm guilty as charged. You can call out.
This is my forceful vice struggling to gain some life.
Sometimes when you live with something for so long you can't break it,
can't put it down, can't walk away.
Beauty in my mind defined by images shot into my mind.
Brain scan. Observe the man I am.
Look at my hands. I'm trembling at the mistakes I live.
One day I'm awake. The next day I'm dead.
This is not real. This I know.
But it calls on me. How does this work?
It's so fucking twisted. It takes me away.
It sweeps me off my feet. I know how this goes.
I've dealt with this before. Day one, liquefy my life.
Take my insides out. Hang them on a wall.
The beauty. Self-security works itself into a hole.
But I can feel the cold from here.
And I know it's cold.
Blisters ravaged my life.
The life that I claimed back.