Faders, Beer Stains, and the Sound Guy’s Gospel
A washed-up sound guy looks back on the chaos, craft, and culture of analog mixing—and how YouTube rekindled the fire with digital gear, touring legends, and a healthy dose of gear porn.
A washed-up sound guy looks back on the chaos, craft, and culture of analog mixing—and how YouTube rekindled the fire with digital gear, touring legends, and a healthy dose of gear porn.
For years, I struggled to find a way to use my iPad comfortably from my wheelchair. Cheap mounts failed. Makeshift setups fell short. But then I discovered the Mount’n Mover by BlueSky Designs—and everything changed.
Bill’s back. The Beetle Bomb is real. The transmitter site might just have power. Chapter 10 of Signal Drift kicks off a new phase in the story with hidden stashes, solar surprises, and 2,000 bottle rockets lighting up the sky. Oh—and there’s a whole room full of hand-crank radios waiting for a reason to be used.
What started as a dream turned into something bigger—a quiet letter to Steve Jobs, asking if he could still whisper to Apple from wherever he is. We talk about smart glasses, frictionless design, and the tools disabled people like me are still waiting for. It’s not just about convenience. It’s about freedom.
This week’s episode of Rolling with Scissors revisits some iconic albums whose original master tapes were lost in the devastating 2008 Universal Studios fire. From Nirvana’s In Utero to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, we dig into what was lost—and why it still matters.
Why are we still slicing people open for hip replacements in a world with AI, self-driving cars, and robotic limbs? Maybe the question isn’t “can we?” — maybe it’s “who’s profiting if we don’t.”
What if AI got curious—not evil, not sentient, just curious like a friend who actually listens? This post dives into the weird middle ground between connection, control, and the machines we’re scared to trust but secretly wish cared.
What happens when a disabled extrovert leaves a city filled with options and lands in a small town built on sand and silence? You learn just how much connection matters — and how brutal it is when it’s gone.
The first five minutes after I wake up are pure, unfiltered honesty—before the self-censorship kicks in. This post is a raw dive into the daily internal war between rage and restraint, and why I’m done holding back just to make people comfortable.
This isn’t just about ICE or inflation. It’s about power, silence, and the slow crawl toward authoritarianism. If you’re not feeling it yet, you’re not paying attention.