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The Trillion-Dollar Soundstage

The Trillion-Dollar Soundstage

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...
The Pasta-to-Logic Pivot

The Pasta-to-Logic Pivot

Monday. The day the universe decides to check your suspension and see if your mental tires are actually rated for the gravel. Spoiler alert: mine were bald, and I spent the morning hydroplaning on irony. I spent the better part of the day wrestling with a project so...
Denim Détente: The 20-Year Truce

Denim Détente: The 20-Year Truce

Let’s get the technical specifications out of the way. I am, as they say, “gimpy.” Disabled. My biological blueprints are more of a suggested layout than a strict set of architectural plans. And for the last twenty years, that meant I officially declared...
The 12-String Entry Tax

The 12-String Entry Tax

We need to talk about the “Streaming Radio” lie. It’s that moment of peak domestic laziness where you don’t want to flip through the vinyl racks or exercise your thumb on a glass screen. You just want a vibe. So, you walk into the living room,...