It’s Wednesday: The Hammered Man

It’s Wednesday and we all know what that means! We collect the bloody iron spikes scattered along the road and once again mourn the escape of the Hammered Man who every week pulls itself free from its many restraints and attempts to rejoin the forest.

But there’s only one tree as big as you, eh, Hammered Man? Can’t hide at all in our meager wood. It takes a few days, but pretty soon you’ll be back in the road where we put you. Until next week, most likely.

it’s in all the papers

Legislators have pushed forward a measure calling for all “little men in the garden” to stop “softly singing in the silver moonlight, calling to our bones, calling for them to come home.”

“Let’s get back to having a country where we wake up in the morning without finding our teeth in little rows on the window sill, lined up like they’re in a parade, like they were only stopped by the glass and otherwise they would have been done to the garden,” says Senator Finkle.

get the timing right

I put my last words on a cassette and rigged it into a loop so it could keep playing

cause I wasn’t sure when I was going to die

but it’s been running so long, the tape is flaking, there’s this hiss

more giallo titles

My Knife is a Love Letter
Murder is a Greenhouse and You Are the Flowerbed
Black Cat’s Regret
All the Colors Are Black
What the Rabbit Saw in Hell

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decentralized

We didn’t want to bother the aliens, so we peppered their planet with little translation drones designed to learn a single word of their language. Not a big burden, we thought, if a l’il bot asks you for one word, and we’d use AI compilers to build the translation engine later.

But all we got was the word “What?” over and over and over again.

The Signal: EP187

The Signal: EP187 – Exactly 45 minutes of music, plucked from the aether using special mechano-resonance filtration traps. We’ve got plenty of good stuff for you this time out: everything from electronic sounds to qawwali vocals to folk and back again!

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’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.

The Signal: EP186

The Signal: EP186 – Exactly 45 minutes of music custom suited to your active modern lifestyle. Whether at home or on the go, The Signal will have something to keep your legs moving and your heart grooving. This time around we’ve got: The human laugh, transformed! Synth pop! French-Haitian pop! Post-punk! R&B! Vaporwave! … 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, uh… ask me, I guess. I’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.

anyway, they caught us

Ever have such a good time with your bank robbing crew that when they set you in front of the safe, you just lean your head against its cold steel door and turn the wheel, but you’re not really listening to the tumblers click?

You’re just thinking about all the good times at the hideout, making plans, how fun it was to put masks on in the car, how you’re all going to be best friends forever?

Yeah.