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.
The six minutes didn’t tick away; they evaporated. The machine was awake, the checksum was breached, and the maintenance deck of the dam erupted into a crossfire of automated lasers and concrete-shattering 7.62 rounds. With no time to reach for his rifle, Cronauer stood flat on the pegs and turned the heavy aluminum armor of his BMW GS into a flying kinetic battering ram.
Thought Shatner’s metal record was a Pat Boone stunt? Think again. With a band called The *uckers, a Riot Fest rider demanding a Shag Shack, 4 feet of Polish sausage, and Eau Claire horseradish, the simulation has broken.
Better late than never! Fire on the Keys (Episode 1357) kicks off our multi-part deep dive into the catalog of Billy Joel. Inspired by a recent interview with Rick Beato, we’re digging into the early archives—from Cold Spring Harbor to The Stranger.
It took a dreadlocked tech, three proprietary hardware programmers, and a last-second scavenge from a van to fix the chair. With the rig back online, it was time to hit The Brewing Projekt and credit the man who turned me into a hophead.
The Mississippi was breathing. A thick, rhythmic fog rolled off the water, swallowing the bottom of the bluffs and turning the world into a grayscale blur. I had the GS in “Blackout Mode”—lights killed, traction control dialed to the dirt setting. But I wasn’t hearing the river. I had my helmet speakers pinned. Stuck Mojo … Read more
Spinning CSNY’s “Ohio” makes you realize how toothless the modern airwaves have become. Here is how the corporate music machine sanitized the mainstream roar—and why underground defiance is the only antidote left.