Last week I said the machine was live. That was only technically true. This week it’s actually done — galleries fixed, bugs dead, and I’m entirely too proud of it to shut up about.
Sorry for the dead air. Rolling with Scissors is back on track with a brand-new custom website built from scratch, streamlined categories, and a fix on the way for the Signal Drift archives
The old header was a bloated monolith that was blocking the view. We’ve moved to a new in-line layout, purged the clutter, and made sure the content is front and center. Here’s why the change was necessary.
The transmitter is going dark. After 30 years in radio, I know when a frequency is dead—and at $400 a year for 25 followers, X is officially static.
Testing the digital transmitter. Will the Zuck let the signal through, or are we stuck in the API void?
The Prince of Darkness has officially landed on Discord. Join the new Rolling with Scissors community for direct access to episode notes, blog posts, and exclusive transmissions.
You asked for it, and the Prince of Darkness is delivering. Rolling with Scissors merch is officially in development. No corporate markups, no hidden profits—every cent above production costs goes straight to WORT 89.9 FM. Here’s the status update on the gear you’ve been demanding.
The Feds tried to put a wiretap on my tracklists, so I’m stripping the signal to its core. This week’s episode notes look different for a reason: we’ve moved to a ‘Blackout Formatting’ protocol to keep the three-letter agencies out of our business. If the playlist looks like it was smuggled out of a lead-lined basement, that’s because the Prince of Darkness doesn’t play the government’s bullshit. The signal remains ours.
Three weeks. Three completely different sonic worlds. From the spirit and soul of Bob Marley to the mysterious transmissions of Agent K and the raw industrial weight of early Nine Inch Nails, Rolling with Scissors shifts gears hard and refuses to stay in one lane.
I screwed up the episode numbers before any of the episodes even aired. Nobody noticed. I did. This is me correcting it loudly, cleanly, and moving on — because the music matters more than pretending I didn’t mess up.