The Ripple Effect: The Music Commentary Radio Show  

Somewhere deep in the fog enshrouded mountains of Massachusetts, there is a dilapidated cabin that stands like an aged sentry who has watched over the surrounding area for a hundred years. When the ancient hunk of oak that acts as a front door is pulled open, the stench of mildew, mold, and dust waft into the air to join the spores of airborne madness that call this shattered husk home. We’ve seen this cabin before. A couple of years ago, in fact. It was our beacon through the fog on one particularly windswept night as we listened to the haunting sounds of the self titled Mountain Mirrors CD. Little did we know then that this is the home of the sounds, the haven of the creative genius, the warren for the mad creations of music. Within this dank cabin, there is a man. Huddled over a table, a pencil in one hand, a guitar propped against his leg, his skull surgically opened to reveal the inner workings of creative genius or psychotic misanthropy . . . you be the judge. On closer inspection within the fragmented skull, we see an elegant hand scripted note reading, Welcome Guests. Please make yourselves comfortable.