The Signal: EP195

The Signal: EP195 – Exactly 45 minutes of music all in a row, designed for thrillseekers and dreamers! This time out we’ve got French and Australian garage rock, Rosicrucian mysteries, hip hop, chillwave, dubstep and other good stuff!

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. If you don’t know how to ask me, maybe you should just keep visiting the site every once in awhile. Or follow me on bandcamp, you’ll see what I’m buying.

witchfinder problems

If you got yourself a witchfinder problem, do what we did. We had all the young ladies tell the witchfinder that our witches could turn into toads, sent’m down to the toad pond. Spent weeks down there demanding the toads change back to face Christ’s judgment.

Next witchfinder comes along, we say “we’ve just got the one witch, they hang out at the pond yelling at toads.”

Cancels out.

pony up the cash

Guys, is there such a thing as the Curse of the Tomb of Bigfoot?

I thought it was an Egyptian thing, or was just made up for pulp fiction adventure, but this dead sasquatch is telling me it’s real and unless I pay them twenty bucks, I… am…. hosed.

The Signal: EP194

The Signal: EP194 – Exactly 45 minutes of birthday tunes, and the piñata is ready so we’re gonna bang it out! We’ve got European takes on American paranoia and pretty pickles, bass and beats and wild cover versions, reggae grooves and country crooning! We’ve got it all! Get in here!

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. If you don’t know how to ask me, maybe you should just keep visiting the site every once in awhile. Or follow me on bandcamp, you’ll see what I’m buying.

Robin Hood Prime

I don’t mind being waylaid by highwaymen when journeying by carriage. I always carry a silk purse of the King’s coin on me, but there’s more where that came from, and I come away with both my life and a story.

But lately the highwaymen have been asking me to rate and review them saying “it helps the forest’s algorithm” and I must say, I’m at a loss. Where does everyone else stand on this question? And does anyone know anything about how to safely remove a crossbow quarrel from one’s leg?

The Signal: EP193

The Signal: EP193 – Exactly 45 minutes of spitting fire, alien jams beamed down to earth. This time out we’ve got hip hop, Japanese experimentation that is also somehow hip hop, reggae, French pop, rock and bass to break your face, snacks in the lobby, and much 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. If you don’t know how to ask me, maybe you should just keep visiting the site every once in awhile. Or follow me on bandcamp, you’ll see what I’m buying.

my amnesia guy

my buddy watts: i got so many regrets… so many things I want to forget

me: you don’t have an amnesia guy? i’ve got a guy. you want me to make an introduction?

my buddy watts: sounds like a plan

me [dialing my friend luce]: yo luce you still got that comically big hammer and impeccable aim?

luce: [the sound of reckless hammering]

it’s a journey

When I first logged into the internet, you had to fast for 48 hours, then drink a bitter tea that made you throw up. They’d roll you up next to a fire and behind your eyelids, the tumbling world, the bottomless sky and the the internet would talk to you.

It would tell you that your concerns were so small and the universe so large. It would tell you of a thing called a Bonzi Buddy (a kind of mechanical elf made of higher dimensions).

And you never wanted (or needed) to go online again.

brains are weird

It’s chilly in the home office today and while I was working away, the babble of language in my brain was puzzling out what to do about our general discomfort.

And I caught it being strange.

I had the thought “Might be time to—

♫ Plug in de space heater / MURDERA! ♫”

and that’s how I discovered that my brain is apparently still on the lookout for syllabic patterns that match “Here Comes the Hotstepper” by Ini Kamoze, a song that got lodged in my head almost 30 years ago.

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