Signals
The Machine in the Cockpit
Eight years ago, I sat in a Denver apartment surrounded by guitars and notebooks, trying to figure out how to make music into a life. The word AI floated around...
The Machine in the Cockpit
Eight years ago, I sat in a Denver apartment surrounded by guitars and notebooks, trying to figure out how to make music into a life. The word AI floated around...
Signal One: The First Transmission
I’m writing this from a small table inside my Airstream. The morning is quiet except for the hum of the fridge, the click of the keys, and the faint whistle...
Signal One: The First Transmission
I’m writing this from a small table inside my Airstream. The morning is quiet except for the hum of the fridge, the click of the keys, and the faint whistle...