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Metal Matt and Cochise tackle the subjects and questions surrounding music, art, Zen, individuality, life, meaning amid chaos, gear, punk rock, relationships, and everything else. Beers are consumed, shit is talked, and truth is pursued.
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RPDP 48 "Used chalupas" 02.03.25
This evening we deal with more pesky RF noise ghosts and the theories have moved from gear-based to conspiratorial, we get all down on new technology, we reminisce about how TVs used to turn on right away, Mr. Rogers, we play a spirited game of “What word has Cochise never typed?”, examine one degree of gay, the atrocity that is the end of Fresca as we know it, there’s a lengthy journey into the realm of who gives a fuck?, Miracle Whip, doing dishes, the weather in Hell, and the dooklear bomb.
I’ve been trying to come up with a rant as has been the custom of late and GarageBand decided to go all Captain Crazy on me. Not recognizing files, bringing up old files instead of new, bad sizes, bad run times, you name it. My computer savvy ends somewhere around 2016 but by the grace of Odin I was able to figure it out and get this ep up for the RPDP faithful. Always gotta hit commitments in life. Yet as much as I’m relieved to get this done I’m equally pissed because I had plans for my afternoon, namely organizing shit around the apartment. How the hell am I supposed to get and stay organized when shit goes unexpectedly haywire and I spend all my time doing that? As usual, I blame God.
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