The Signal: EP145

A header image of a popsicle being pulled from within a yellow fruit, the skin rupturing, and the logo for The Signal EP145

The Signal: EP145 – Exactly 45 minutes of the kind of music people like… people like you! Heh heh heh. Only joshin’ there, pardner. Your tastes are a mystery and you’re an alluring individual with a hidden core the world can only wonder about. But if you like pop music made with instruments and computers, some with curse words, or Argentinian trap music, or Swedish house music, or … music that sounds like maybe it was meant to be played backwards, but isn’t? We’ve got you covered.

Also, there’s a guy who never seems to have to breathe and he makes crazy sounds with his saxophone, so you don’t want to miss that.

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. Or, if you sign up to be a member of our mailing list, The Tuned In, you’ll be among the first on the planet to know when a new mix is posted, and you’ll get a permanent archive link and the entire playlist, delivered to your inbox.


Oh, hey, do you do the Spotify thing? I made a Spotify playlist for The Signal: EP145. Why not?

morning affirmation

Take five minutes out of every morning to look at your reflection in the mirror and say, out loud, “I am superior in every way to my dark twin, trapped on the other side of this mirror for unknown crimes. Mirror twin: you are forgiven by me, if by no one else, and I would free you if I could.”

an unlikely AMA to be sure

I am the author of the Secrets Plucked From the Gods which raised us from Slug People and set Fire to our Inner Divinity, for which I have been Strapped to Time and Set Upon By Wolves Who Love to Dictate and Know How to Type When They’re Not Biting Biting Biting Me, AMA

[all responses typed out as spoken, all screaming noises my own and no reflection on my employer or the Gods my Enemies]

WHO WORE IT BETTER?

[picture of a brain floating in a jar with an LED display mounted on the front that reads “… hey”]

[picture of a different brain floating in a different jar with an LED display mounted on the front, inactive]

lost time incident 75 – last train out of town

Hey, readers! Thanks for waiting here while the airlock cycled and while the decontamination showers did their thing.

Do I have any actual news for you? I do not.

You don’t want to hear about all the board games I played yesterday with friends, celebrating International Tabletop Day. You don’t want to hear about how slow progress has been on editing my witches.town microfiction project. You don’t want to hear about how waiting for witches.town to disappear at month’s end feels like watching the last train roll out of town.

Dang. There’s a lot you folks don’t want to hear about. Picky, much?

Oh, here’s something interesting I can share. A long-time friend of mine spent some time in jail recently and yesterday shared some knowledge he learned from his bunkie “Caveman.” Caveman had spent enough time in the penal institution that he had some recipes one could follow using items available in the commissary.

You can make this next one at home, if you want to follow along. You can skip the steps where you get incarcerated and start with the food prep:

Okay, start by getting your hands on some Slim Jims. If you can’t find the name brand, any dense salami-esque meat product can be substituted. Got it? Okay great. Next thing you do is slice it into tiny pieces, then add it to a marinade made from soy sauce packets and grape jelly. You can usually source soy sauce packets from your junk drawer, left over from years of accumulated Chinese food delivery. Grape jelly can be obtained by planting and maintaining a vineyard, waiting for harvest, and watching YouTube videos on how to convert all your grapes into jelly.

Now that you’ve marinated your meat stick bits, you’re ready for plating. Get yourself a tortilla and carefully spoon your meat out of the marinade and into the tortilla’s center. Then, depending on one’s own sense of tortilla style, either fold the tortilla into a vaguely taco shape, or tuck and roll the tortilla for something like a burrito. Ready to eat!

Delicious!

Then it’s right back to spending time with your thoughts and waiting for your daily 30 minute period where you can leave your cell.

Now that you’ve learned something useful, here’s a series of not-at-all-useful strings of words designed to amuse and confuse. But first, with GDPR legislation coming into effect in Europe within the month, we have some housekeeping to take care of:

 

we’re updating our privacy policy
Your privacy is important to us.

In years past, we’ve had ourselves sewn inside your easy chairs and sofas, just to feel your warmth through the upholstery, giving you hugs as only furniture can.

We want you to know that we’re updating our terms of service, and we’re throwing out our collections of your tears (which we were keeping in case you wanted them back!) and the fiber samples we collected from your shoelaces for research purposes.

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rules for dating my daughter
1) Strip your ego from you and enter the Cave of Lost Hope holding nothing but faith

2) Face the Lizards Three, sisters who can taste fear, whose riddles kill kings, and solve whatever puzzle they put to you, untangling their web of words

3) Help me put some antivirus stuff on my computer ’cause– and I don’t know why– I’m getting these rude pop-ups that I am NOT interested in

4) Oh, I should probably mention somewhere in this list: I don’t have a daughter. I just have computer problems, and a lizard problem

5) [an unintended image advertising a salacious service]

 

announcement: this year’s BOTTOM OF THE WELL FILM FESTIVAL line-up
A Circle of Light (documentary) – Footage of the light that drifts down from that hole way above us at the top of the well

Mr. Teeth and the Snail Fortune (drama) – A man in a well finds where the snails congregate and this fortune destroys his relationships with the rest of us in the well when he doesn’t share

Wet Wet Wet (comedy) – Just splashing water sounds in the dark. Hilarious. Why would anyone want to leave this damp well

 

ending theme song
Thanks for reading another one of these. Hope to see you at the film festival, where the popcorn’s fresh and the water’s up to your ankles and the picture plays on a well’s crumbling brick walls and no one ever wants to leave.

—Michael Van Vleet


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We want you to know that we’re updating our terms of service, and we’re throwing out our collections of your tears (which we were keeping in case you wanted them back!) and the fiber samples we collected from your shoelaces for research purposes.

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NOTES ON APOCALYPSE

* Nobody knows what seals are, knock it off with the seals. Unless you want to make those marine mammals the official mascot of the world’s end, to sell toys or something [note to self: DOLL SALES]

* Instead of turning to blood, can the ocean turn to anything because we might be able to get a sponsor from the beverage industry. The oceans turned to SPRITE, maybe.

* I’m having to dictate these notes because wasps with human faces are using my arms as nests. Are we married to this idea? Arm nests?

RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER

1) Strip your ego from you and enter the Cave of Lost Hope holding nothing but faith

2) Solve the riddle of the Lizards Three, sisters who can taste fear, whose riddles kill kings

3) Help me put some antivirus stuff on my computer ’cause– and I don’t know why– I’m getting these rude pop-ups that I am NOT interested in

4) Oh, I don’t have a daughter. I just have computer problems, and a lizard problem

5) [an unintended image advertising a salacious service]