Most days we go on for a few hours — no script, no edit, no second take. Some of it's music. Some of it's just us talking. Some of it's a tangent that goes nowhere and we let it run. We don't always know what it'll be either. That's sort of the point.
What you see is what it was. We don't fix it afterward — the mistakes stay in, and so does the quiet. It's the same thing the old live tapes do: caught as it happened, warts and air and all. We'd rather hand you the real thing than a tidier version of a smaller one.
You're not really watching this — you're in the room. We read the chat and answer back, and follow the thread wherever the people who showed up decide to take it. The regulars know each other by now. It's less an audience than a place that happens to be live most days.
It keeps going, and it keeps growing — the same thing in a better vessel. A real room with good light. A cleaner signal chain, instruments mic'd and alive, players who sit in when the fit is right. Maybe a live audience one day, if the room and the moment call for it. Eventually a station of our own, on around the clock. None of it changes the spirit. It just gives the spirit more room to move.
If you'd like a hand in building it, you can send what you feel toward the room →