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Part two of our Billy Joel deep dive takes us from 52nd Street through The Bridge, where missing vinyl forces an audible pivot into Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road deep cuts.
A bar in Madison, a band called Flat Atom, and a single beer that changed everything. Two decades later, Recluse Studios is a rat-rod skunkworks building local-first audio software with the philosophy that the tool should belong to you.
When you spend $50,000 on a car, you test drive it first. When you need a $50,000 power wheelchair, insurance hands you a brochure, refuses to cover basic independent living features like seat elevation, and leaves you praying the custom seat cushion doesn’t destroy your hips for the next five years. Here is the absolute absurdity of trying to buy a modern mobility device in America.
Political campaign ads run on deliberate misinformation and emotional spin. Examining election advertising standards, AI panic narratives, medical guidelines, computing infrastructure needs, and official USDA farmland data cuts through the noise.
The plastic syringe she had been holding slipped from her numb fingers, hitting the floorboards with a dull, hollow click. Audrey just stared at him, her face completely drained of color, looking at a man who was supposed to be a ghost thousands of miles away. In the tight, amber-lit alcove of a leaking riverside shelter, the weight of three decades and the raw trauma of what they had lost before the sky went dark came crashing back into the frequency.
Calling an audible for The Days Between. We honor Jerry Garcia’s birthday and legacy with a four-album studio marathon featuring Workingman’s Dead, American Beauty, Blues for Allah, and Terrapin Station—plus history, Chicago ’95 memories, and free beers.
The western bank of the Mississippi was a different kind of graveyard—sterile, calculated, and bound by invisible threads of corporate security. Crawling flat against the limestone shale to slip beneath the high-frequency click of Aegis microwave fences, Cronauer watched the cold reality of the harvest unfold through his night-vision lens. They weren’t just clearing the valley; they were indexing human assets, checking teeth, and sorting survivors like hardware for the shelters down south.
We have GPUs capable of real-time ray-traced physics at 240Hz, but our desktop operating systems are artificially lobotomized so nobody accidentally breaks anything. From the Gibson in Hackers to Penelope Garcia’s command deck, Hollywood gave us a vision of computing as a high-touch craft—before big tech sanded down every sharp edge for the lowest common denominator.
An algorithmic lie from Facebook turns into a wildly unpredictable four-album palette cleanser on Episode 1358 of Rolling with Scissors, featuring complete record plays from Metallica, ZZ Top, Madonna, and Prince.