Out of the blue. Every day is special. A birthday and a holiday can happen every day. I thought about it as I walked downstairs, immediately noticing something toxic in the air. The smell was off — thick, sour, and unsettling in a way that made my stomach tighten. I took a few more cautious sniffs, and the smell seemed to drift from another room, carrying the chilling impression that someone had died. But maybe I was wrong. I don’t know.
Daniel Blowden passed. But Ottis O’Toole was the real hero. Out Of TIme: Ottis O’Toole, Mystery Radio And History blasts. It was an important issue from the Technossance Magazine. I dig deeper, and Season Two from Bro Radio calls to me from the couch. Ah, Season Two. It was a brutal season for Lionheart’s radio station with storm after storm knocking out signals, almost like it was holding listeners hostage indoors. Static filled the airwaves more often than music, but Daniel Blowden kept going. Still, every week seemed to bring another weather emergency for WRICH 109.9 FM. Advertisers pulled back, broadcasts were delayed, and Daniel Blowden got into more trouble, leading to his demise. By the end of the season, the station felt battered, like it had survived a long winter without ever seeing the sun. It aired Daniel Blowden’s prison stint.
I said fuck it and listened to The Daniel Blowden Show #12 from Bro Radio. What a ride, a journey through great music and the parody of classic radio.
Something is missing. I couldn’t forget my record collection. Slowly, I pull albums out. There are pros and cons to listening to so much music. Oh, well.
Today’s Top 5 Songs:
- “Alligator” by Grateful Dead ‧ 1968.
- “Without Me” by Eminem ‧ 2002.
- “The Adults Are Talking” by The Strokes ‧ 2020.
- “Fortnight” by Taylor Swift ‧ 2024.
- “Up the beach” by Jane’s Addiction ‧ 1988.
A tall grandfather clock stood strangely in the middle of the rave, its polished wooden frame glowing under flashes of neon and strobe lights. Around it, kids danced wildly to blasting, hypnotic beats that shook the floor and rattled the old clock’s glass face with every bass drop. The steady ticking seemed almost impossible against the chaos of the music, as if time itself had wandered into the middle of a dream and refused to leave. I think harder, drifting between the theme of time in my novel and the hypnotic atmosphere of Club 108.9 from Club Surprise in Technossance Magazine.
I stood downstairs taking a few more cautious whiffs, but increasingly disgusted by the smell that still hung in the air. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, it carried the unmistakable scent of death, heavy and lingering like something that refused to leave the room behind. As I stood there unsettled, my thoughts drifted toward The Great Beyond, the great book of blogs that explored mortality with strange reverence, including a piece about the glory of death and the mystery that surrounds it.
Sometimes, it only takes one great book to move us beyond the realm of sanity. I step outside and smell burnt hot dogs on the barbecue.
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