The Signal: EP181

The Signal: EP181 – Exactly 45 minutes of music designed to make you spin in place and open your chestplate to let your heart light shine. This time out we’ve got hip hop, grime beats, drum & bass, post punk and punk-punk, retro-80s pop and griot music from Mauritania. Where else you gonna go to find a mix like that, eh?

Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, uh… ask me, I guess. I keep a list but I do it manually, like an Ancient. I write the emails with a quill.

The Signal: EP180

The Signal: EP180 – Exactly 45 minutes of music designed by expert ears to soothe your inner monkey. This time out we’ve got a Peruvian/Spanish-French polyglot pop, Fleetwood Mac-style vibes, wall of sound shoegaze, planetary core-deep bass, dubbed out reggae and more!

Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, you can ask to be added to the mailing list that I maintain by hand, though I admit that requires you to know how to reach me. You can figure it out.

secret circus

The sound of a circus in the kitchen. A big top underneath the table. Ducking between the legs of grown-ups, towards the smell of sawdust and cotton candy.

Three rings down there, somehow. Eye contact with the ring leader who sends an assistant to take your hand, lead you to a spotlighted door.

Through the door and it latches behind with a click, a final click, and you’re in the Clown Room. The infinite space they dwell in until some reckless fool opens a clown car door.

daily dracula

Dracula [flipping through the letters he asked me to write so he can send them over a period of days and pretend he isn’t holding me hostage]: Why do each of these end with the “Like, Comment, and Subscribe” above your signature?

Me [eating a fly]: Algorithms, man.

The Signal: EP179

a parade of Walkman cassette players with the text The Signal: EP179

The Signal: EP179 – Exactly 45 minutes of music to snap your Walkman shut to, rhythmically, as if it were a percussion instrument. This time out we’ve got some rollicking rock, punk from Australia and Sweden, drum & bass, post-punk dub gems, surf and funk instrumentals, and more!

Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, you can ask to be added to the mailing list that I maintain by hand, like some sort of outlander posted in the wilderness.

Know your audience

twitter version:
I’ve signed this dumb ghost up for, like, at least three different Twitter accounts so far, but no, it prefers to write in blood on my wall.

I CAN’T RETWEET A BLOOD WALL, DUDE

mastodon version:

I’ve signed this dumb ghost up for, like, at least three different Mastodon accounts so far, but no, it prefers to write in blood on my wall.

No one can follow your blood wall, dude. It’s just me and a growing pile of blood-soaked paper towels.

sponsorship

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an old illustration of a person holding a club and shield, their lower half a snail shell

Amontillado

The trap is no longer set. But for one fine day, I was distributing invitations to friends to join a Discord server called A Cask of Amontillado. The only text chat room was called #a-small-space-behind-a-brick-wall and the only emoji was a pile of bricks.

A screenshot of a Discord server called A Cask of Amontillado. A single text channel called #a-small-place-behind-a-brick-wall contains a post from Montresor (he/him) that reads "Welcome. You can never leave." Underneath is a gif of a brick wall.

unboxing

no, what? I am not “opening like a cocoon, like a wet shuffling thing being, cracking free from a human frame, emerging as something new and terrible”

I’m just doing an unboxing video and I’m the box. Standard issue self-promotion. Like, comment, subscribe.