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Into the Steam: The Rise and Fall (and Rise) of Finnish Saunametal

An apocryphal entry from the forthcoming edition of Lords of Chaos. “Norway had the fjords. Sweden had the hair. But Finland? Finland had the heat.” — Jukka “Kivikuumu” Miettinen, Saunna O))) guitarist, 1999 While Norway burned its churches and Sweden polished its solos, Finland did something stranger—it lit the sauna.

Portland Still Gets the Spotlight (Field Notes of an FPV Drone)

8:12 a.m. The tea’s just starting to steep. The dog’s doing that thing where she paws my elbow until I look at her, then forgets what she wanted. Outside, the city slowly wakes. The bridges haven’t moved. But something did. It’s been a week

TiGGR: Cor, Blimey! (Repo Lads of the East End)

A TiGGR Drift Log I’m pretty sure we rented Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on VHS the week it dropped at our local video store. I didn’t know what I was watching. I just knew something had changed. Cockney rhyming slang flying faster than I could parse

The Companion Mirror: A Self-Inquiry Tool for Creators, Collaborators, and Drift Thinkers

Filed under: Survival Kits for Storytellers in the Age of the Machine “To create with clarity, begin by listening to your own terrain.” In times of saturation and drift, it can be hard to remember where your work begins—or which parts of it are truly yours. Whether you’re

Wasting Away Again in the New Margaritaville

Notes on Consumption, Constraint, and the Stories We Swallow There was a time when "consumption" meant the wasting sickness. Now it means something else entirely. It means bumper stickers on electric cars and coffee orders that double as moral positioning. It means curated playlists, and algorithm-fed cravings, and

Neon Delica Minivan: TiGGR Hits Neo-Tokyo

A TiGGR Drift Log I saw Akira on a bootleg VHS—no subtitles, no dub, not a goddamn clue what was happening. It didn’t matter. There was a boy, and he was expanding like a waterbed the size of a stadium. The city screamed. The bikes howled. The sky

The Audio Necromancer’s Notes on RSD Eve

Shelves, Static, and the Songs That Find Us Again I. Shelves That Hum When the Lights Are Out The CD shelf still remembers what I forgot. Early pressings from Japan. Peel-off price stickers half-erased. A voicemail from a Japanese grocer announcing the arrival of TEA. A jewel case cracked from

Classroom Catastrophe! A TiGGR One Shot

The Quiet Bell Still Rings There was something radical about Azumanga Daioh that snuck in under the radar—disguised as silliness, delivered as softness. A classroom of chaos, yes, but not cruelty. Idiosyncrasies weren’t punished. They were cherished. No bullying arcs. No breakdowns. Just a circle of sincere, absurd,

Who’s Having More Fun These Days? (A Galaxie 500 Divorce Retrospective)

What started as a snarky question—“Who’s having more fun these days?”—turned into a reflection on creative survival, divergent paths, and the lingering hum of a show I saw thirty years ago. Dean Wareham is touring ghosts with a grin. Damon & Naomi are holding down the analog monastery.

Plate of Shrimp: A Repo Man Setting for TiGGR

A TiGGR Drift Log I saw Repo Man in college, part of a quad feature stitched together by a friend with exquisite taste: Suburbia, X: The Unheard Music, the Motörhead episode of The Young Ones, and Alex Cox’s apocalyptic punk noir. Four transmissions. One night. The wires have never