I love talk radio, but lately I've been shifting away from news and politics. At one point, only a few months ago, I was subscribing to almost a dozen political podcasts.
Then, for some reason unknown to me, they all started to sound the same: like one big, long, boring drone. (Also the spinning was starting to piss me off more than usual for some reason.)
So I abandoned most of those 12 podcasts, kept the two or three I can't live without, and dispatched myself on a voyage of experimental music podcasts and audio books. Fiction seems suddenly important for some reason.
One of the first audio book podcasts I stumbled upon at the iTunes store wound up being an instant favorite. I highly recommend Mike Bennett's
Hall of Mirrors series, any of them. I'm particularly fond of the four-part Salvation series, which kept me entertained during my mail-run walks about campus all last week.
Mike, who writes the stores as well as reads them, has a voice that is perfectly suited to the dark yet whimsical nature of the tales he tells. His British accent drips with faux-Dickensian malice and not a little naughty pleasure.
So I offer my thanks to Mr. Bennett. He is a breath of fresh air to someone who's been suffocating on non-fiction talking podcasts for far, far too long, and his stories leave me utterly delighted.
This is the last track I recorded as Caspian back in 2004. I wish I could have finished this project and released it as an EP with remixes and B-sides, but life wound up taking me in a weird direction. Plus all my gear got ripped off two years later. 
Sometimes I indulge my guilty pleasures by listening to long-lost music treasures of my youth. Mithra (of Sociopath Recordings) took it one step farther: he remixed them. 
I actually saw this 12" single at a record store back in the mid-80's, and for some reason I'll never understand, I decided to buy something else. 
Found this one while trolling for MJ remixes on Soulseek. 
In memoriam, 1958 - 2009. 
Here's an EP I finished well over 10 years ago, very much in the sprit of L.T.J. Bukem's Good Looking empire. (I had the honor of shaking Bukem's hand at the '99 Winter Music Conference, the year I dropped this EP. I haven't washed my hand since.)
I love talk radio, but lately I've been shifting away from news and politics. At one point, only a few months ago, I was subscribing to almost a dozen political podcasts. 
I have no idea where I stumbled upon this joint, but it's been rockin' steady in my iPod for three solid years. I can't get enough of this song. 
In 2004 I made a strong effort to break away from a certain unnamed San Francisco indie dance label, and this involved making a demo. I only made 100 copies, and wound up giving most of them away as promos. The EPs consisted of four jazz and soul infused house gems in the spirit of Naked Music NYC. 
This is the first song I've written and recorded in six years. I'm super thrilled to offer it here as a sneak preview to my annual Halloween mixtape, which will also be posted here in full later this fall. 
If I had to actually pick my 10 favorite CDs of all time -- something I'd probably never do unless someone was pointing a gun at my head -- Dead Cities would have to be in it.
