by pod | Apr 10, 2026 | Signal Drift
The air in the basement of the laundromat at Monroe and Mills was a stagnant soup of detergent, old lint, and the dry, metallic tang of hot vacuum tubes. It was a subterranean tomb of community radio, lit only by the amber glow of a single power tube and the...
by pod | Apr 7, 2026 | The Prince of Darkness Chronicles
I got a phone call the other day from someone I know—someone undeniably sharp, well-educated, and definitely not a “fucking idiot.” But they were dead convinced, with a voice full of absolute certainty, that the moon landing was a high-budget theater...
by pod | Apr 6, 2026 | Program Notes
The Great Wide Open and the Heavy Silence We’re back under the hood for the second half of our deep dive into Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. If the first half was about the climb, this half is about the view from the summit and the grit it took to stay there. We’re...
by pod | Apr 3, 2026 | Signal Drift
The tobacco shed south of town was a cathedral of dry rot and forgotten labor. It smelled of a hundred years of hanging leaf, damp limestone, and the sharp, ozone tang of high-voltage batteries. It was a skeletal structure, held together by habit and the grace of the...
