Gen Z buys vinyl. I have hope for the future. I'm more impressed by a stack of vinyl than a stack of sats.

Substack

Emily White (@emwhitenoise)

GenZ ❤️’s Vinyl A quote from a 20-year-old record store owner (not a record store that has been around for 20 years, an owner that has only...

I made this with the 424 tape machine yesterday. I had not used it in a while and it was getting dusty. I performed this poem live but couldn't play the trumpet and talk at the same time, so thanks to cassette technology, this is possible! It's a very nice analog flow on the 4 track. There is a blemish of a note I have, but I really like how 99% of the sound came out and it's a bit difficult to fix just that one note. But I prefer this flow sometimes.

LN Beats

Bitpunk.fm - Spectral Hiding - Ripples to the Sea

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Oh, I'm trying nostrudel now, I think it might be better to not have nostr on my phone.

I'm going to delete Amethyst for a week to see how it feels. If you want to get a hold of me, my preferred mediums are my PO Box and a boostagram. I enjoy checking the PO Box and I really enjoy sending listeners cassettes, which I will gladly do for free if you send me a postcard. P.O. Box 273029 Fort Collins, CO 80525

What I like about nostr is it feels just like my IPv6 meetups. Nostr isn't as popular as IPv6, but one day, it will solve all the problems of legacy protocols -- just like IPv6.

Everytime I see a new app advertising it's now built with nostr, in my mind I will replace nostr with HTTP. Then, I will be able to calibrate my excitement. A new music app built with HTTP! A new chat app built with HTTP! A new social media app with HTTP!

I lik blossom servers. They are as slow as cassettes.

My latest poem was compared to a Jesse Welles song. I'll take it.

On the U.S. Withdrawal from Afghanistan

A poem

OH, "the POINT is to increase the FOMO."

OH, "who has given chatgpt their private key and seen if it steals their funds yet?"

OH, "I accept lightning -- you can mail me a cashu token to the PO Box."

We hear two architects of modern media, Marshall McLuhan and Tony Schwarz discussing the angel-like appearance of electronic media. It is the Second God.

Fountain

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Clipped from bitpunk.fm • Second God Side ABaia Silko (Single) by Øystein BergePoor Richard by bitpunk.fmAn Angel without a body (Tony Schwa...

I had to run at the end of the show so I'm a bit late on this one. A few listeners told me it was the best episode yet:

Fountain

Poetry on Tape • Poetry on Tape 4.7.25 • Listen on Fountain

Show notes: https://open.substack.com/pub/bitpunkfm/p/poetry-on-tape-4725Also listen at radio.bitpunk.fm

Truly a master at adapting a story to different mediums.

If you want to understand @Ch!llN0w1 a bit more, let me recommend this audio tape. Robert Bly was the OG LIT podcaster. He would record his live performances and put them to tape.

I mention that Robert Bly is my favorite poet at most live events. On more than one occasion, a man has come up to me afterwards to discuss this book Iron John, and how it changed their lives. I know quite a few people now who have cited this book as being a transformative force in their lives.

Flight of the Cosmic Hippo!

Fireworks boost! Blow up a cobra! 🎆🧨🐍

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MMM, Independence Day Boost!

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Spinning a record from @letemriot !

Shells whistle overhead like the fourth of July. A cacophonous marching band of screaming and shouting nears. Old veterans sit and stare, as a jeep drives them away. Grenades tossed like candy from a float bounce my way. Fingers fly and flap like hot dogs in the sky — my shirt is now cherry pie, half eaten. Here comes the prom queen in an open sedan! An angel of peace — Without a pause she drapes me with the flag. As I sink into the ground, the jingles of patriotism move on leaving only me, with the debris in the street.

Parade on the 4th of July

an antiwar poem