B2B

Finals week stretches time. The building stays full late into the night. Screens glow. Hands keep moving. People sit close to one another, but each inside their own sound. Headphones on. Music everywhere, but separated. The same playlists repeat, with no time to look for something else.

The radio started there not as a plan, but as a pause, a way to listen together. Back 2 Back happened for an hour at a time: one track, then another. No theme. No genre to hold onto. Only the hour, and the order in which things appeared. The music passed back and forth without much explanation. One track answered another, sometimes closely, sometimes not at all. The sequence unfolded without being unplanned. Listening became the program. Not choosing, not curating, but staying present. Sound filled the room without asking for attention. People kept working—drawing, building, waiting for files to load. The radio did not interrupt the studio; it moved alongside it.

Later, others joined. Each night, a different person took over the hour, playing what they listen to. Nothing was explained. There was excitement in how quickly friends stepped in, ready to share. Music carries private weight. In these hours, small parts of different lives passed through the studio and became audible in the form of rhythm, repetition, and silence. It was a quiet closeness, social in a quiet way, exciting without noise, to know that the sound was shared, that others were listening too, tired, staring at their screens. The tiredness stayed, but it changed; it felt less singular.

People outside the building do not always understand finals week, how intense it is, how close we become, how easily stress and excitement move between us. Through the radio, that closeness could be heard. For those hours, this building listened together. Thank you to everyone who tuned in. We’ll be back again soon.