
Conspiracy Songs
(or: When the Chorus Knows Too Much)
There comes a point—usually around version twenty-three—when you begin to suspect that the song is no longer just a song.
It’s watching you. Continue reading


(or: When the Chorus Knows Too Much)
There comes a point—usually around version twenty-three—when you begin to suspect that the song is no longer just a song.
It’s watching you. Continue reading

what we’re doing here isn’t repeating a song, it’s refracting it
think of a single song as a beam of light passing through a prism. the original structure—the melody, the words, the underlying idea—that’s the white light. but once it passes through different arrangements, it splits into colors. each version reveals a different aspect of the same thing.
now here’s the part that matters: Continue reading

Natasha the Acid Queen did not arrive in San Francisco so much as appear there. By the time anyone noticed her in the Haight-Ashbury district in 1966, she already seemed established, as if she had been there all along, moving quietly through the streets, barefoot, dressed in flowing fabrics that caught the light like stained glass. Continue reading

This morning started the usual way—a huge stack of song variations waiting to be reviewed and rated. Fifty, sixty versions of the same piece. Different bands, different arrangements, different emotional temperatures. On the surface, it might look like excess. Continue reading

I took my troubles way beyond the grave,
I wasn’t feeling very tough or brave,
I sold my potions on Hollywood and Vine
And there I was at
Bardo Station Number Nine. Continue reading

Tommy Steele – lead guitar
Tommy was the architect of the band’s sonic storms. His guitar lines didn’t just solo—they spiraled, bending blues roots into something strange and electric. Quiet, intense, and always listening, he was the guy who could turn a simple riff into a ten-minute journey nobody forgot. Continue reading

Music Medicine: What We’re Actually Doing With All This Music
What you’re hearing here today—whether it’s one piece or fifty, whether it has lyrics or not—is part of a larger idea that’s been developing for a while now. We’re not just making songs. We’re working with sound as a tool. All of it.
Every track, every variation, every arrangement—no matter the style—is part of the same experiment. What does this do? Continue reading

I’ve been working on a playlist for the morning show, which you’ll see and hear then. Continue reading

PEGGY LANE – JAZZ INTERPRETATIONS
An E.J. Gold Project
Peggy Lane is a torch singer for the modern age—timeless, intimate, and unmistakably present. With a voice that drifts between velvet restraint and emotional fire, she brings new life to the classic language of jazz interpretation. Continue reading

What if war didn’t need a reason anymore? What if it didn’t need a story, or a cause, or even an enemy? What if all it needed was a system—and a player?
That’s the idea behind War for Fun and Profit. Continue reading