On the air, right now
UFOCPM Radio.
A radio station that runs all the time, playing music written for the people who move the freight. Press play and you join whatever is already going, partway into a song, the way a radio works. There is no playlist to pick from and no account to make. It is one signal, and everybody listening is hearing the same second of it.
It starts on its own. Your browser will not let a page make noise until you touch it once, so the first thing you see is a button that turns the sound on. After that there is no play and no pause, because there is no play and no pause on a radio. There is a mute.
Rather listen without a browser tab open? The station has a plain
address that most media players accept:
https://stream.ufocpm.com/api/hls/live.m3u8
In VLC that is Media, then Open Network Stream, then paste it in. The same
address works in a car head unit or a phone player that has a box for a station address. If none
of that means anything to you, ignore it. The player above is the whole thing.
What you are hearing
Songs about the job, written for the job.
62 songs were written for this station across five records: the working day, the night shift, getting along with people you disagree with, a winter record that belongs to everybody, and a last one about the ground under the road.
Album one, Mile Zero, is recorded and on the air. Twelve tracks: a daybreak song, a blues about a rate that came in low, a rockabilly number about coffee at four in the morning, a waltz for the end of a shift. The other four records are written and not yet recorded. When they are cut, they go on the air here first.
None of it is licensed from anybody. Every word and every track was made for this, which is why it can play here around the clock and cost a driver nothing to hear.
Why bother with a radio station
Because the cab is quiet and the day is long.
Most of what gets made for drivers is made to sell drivers something. This is not that. It is a few hours of music that treats the work as work: the money, the weather, the missed birthday, the stranger who stopped at midnight with a pair of jumper cables. None of it gets turned into a slogan.
The songs take a position, and it is a plain one. The road is shared, disagreement is fine, and everybody gets to go home. That is the whole editorial line.
Talk to a person
There is no contact form here.
If you have a song you want played, a story worth recording, something you want to sponsor, or you just think one of these is wrong, say so directly. Tell us what you drive and what you need. That is enough to start.
Straight with you about what is built
Working today, on sale today, and what is not.
The floor of Bill is be the signal, not the noise. So here is the unglamorous version, in plain order.