Infinite Contact

a mellow and receptive survey of non phallic guitar music. the guitar as receiving instrument, eschewer of virtuosity, convex resonance chamber, pure muscle of continuous emotional birth. curiosity for all different types of plucked or strummed strings strung in tension. harp included. correct breathing posture required.

Self-released Christian records of middling quality, encountered without pre-listening as Christmas approaches. Initially dismissible as 'bullshit,' but through deep listening, finding earnest faith and heartfelt devotion — a partial conversion on the road to Damascus.

Deep gospel records that require no apology, no context, no intellectual frame — just powerful singing, urgent faith, and undeniable feeling. The real thing.

A tribute to DJ Screw's chopped-and-screwed technique, inspired by the slowed-down Olsen Twins 'Pizza' remix that made something innocent terrifying. 1990s hip-hop time-stretched and pitched down live, transforming familiar tracks into surreal, syrupy dread. Houston lean culture meets internet absurdism.

I try to put on a very normal radio show with normal records---Beatles, the Who, Postal Service. Stuff like that. Unfortunately, I was bitten by a stray dog right before the show began. As the live episode unfolds, I gradually, and then abruptly, transform into a werewolf.

A dark meditation on the possibility that extraterrestrial signals have rained down on earth and overwritten our programming to introduce an age of violence and rampage. Progressive synth soundscapes are blended over samples from the classic Saul Bass scifi film. Produced in the height of the ICE invasion, when masked men with guns resembled so many killer ants.

Downtown New York experimental music with composer/improviser Elliott Sharp, featuring four exclusive improvisations created for this broadcast plus interview. Sharp's work paired with Milford Graves, Morton Feldman, and deep ethnographic recordings in an asymptotic approach to the downtown aesthetic — getting infinitely close without ever fully arriving.

Joined by label owner John Moses as his collection of bone meets mine for a Valentine's Day love fest. What could be more romantic than two bearded men closely listening to and then dissecting vanity records? Nothing.

A two-hour improvised audio novel performed live, blending deep listening to Kenneth Higney's rare album 'Attic Demonstration' with a confessional narrative about befriending Higney to make a documentary—then abandoning the project and him. An examination of artistic extraction, guilt, documentary ethics, and how we live with betrayal and loneliness. High-wire spontaneous storytelling about the people we use to tell our own stories.

Progressive synthesizer music and experimental cassettes from the 1980s, live-mixed with dialogue from science fiction B-movies to construct a found narrative about the dread of space exploration. Forget utopian Star Trek futurism—this is cosmic horror, isolation, and the terror of contact with the unknown. Found narrative meets analog synth exploration. There is no return trip. OG Airdate: 08.28.2024

The follow up to the original cosmic dookie. Fast Rap from the funky drummer era blended live with private issue new age from the same era. Only on Infinite Contact. 

DJ Krush cannot be overrated. Just so that's clear, here's 2 hours of abstract beats from the alleyways of Tokyo, sounds drenched in black rain and delay, all blended anew with b-sides, rare throwaways, and other cinematic ephemera from my decade's long subliminal obsession with the goat of abstract.     

Fronting like I got all the rarest funky 45s. I might be a funky imposter, but I'll never fake the funk. 

Isolation is the thing. Float in bodiless synth solution and hellucinate. Floaty synth music for kind of a bad trip in the tank. 

Mostly instrumental edits from the '95 Memphis tape scene. All your favorite dark hypno-bass tracks. Capturing the menace of being locked in the trunk and a crazy racist psychopath with nukes and a mask is driving. 

Joined by the dual telepathic clarinets of Beni Adam, comprised of Troy-based multi-instrumentalists Adam Tinkle and Adam Elabd, two very talented and telepathic human beings. Beni Adam blesses us with like five different improvised pieces on their clarinets with special effects in between vibe hangs and records. Two clarinets, one heart, infinite reverberations. Join Us.   

No healing, just rupturing appendices with shaky cpu dr hands. cheaply time-stretched free jazz drums from the '60s layered under drones, spoken word, and field recordings. the veneer of self and civilization is thin. sometimes it is better to bleed out the poison.  

Feel the brain worm with me as it tunnels through modern classical with synth moves and some scratching, and ethnic jazz. Also spoken word about shimmers.    

A megamix of progressive synthscapes from 80s cassettes for abandoning earth, for the cold vast emptiness of space, horrible vacuous space. Oh the exploding eyeballs. Oh the emptiness! Oh the empires that want to make our planet a colony for their evil designs. We must fight the space sickness. We must buttress ourselves for voyage with no hope of a destination. You've got what you want Cohaagen, now give the people AIIIRRR 

This one is for the smarty pants set that has rediscovered and adopted turntablism for their art. Ok, fine. But all this scratching came out of dj culture, and dj culture came out of dispossession... so rather than rant, I'm gonna take you back to the original techniques on techs. And answer that age old question about scratching: what is it? 

Joined by naked chess enthusiast, Healers Co. co-frontman, and American Tarragon int'l radio personality---Will "the Heel" Heel. Tune in for two hours of dead-eyed dyadicon improvised electronics, tape-loops, and scratches, with Heel and me your host, dj theo3 neê theo2. Special characters not used entirely correctly. That's wassup broadcast live: july 19th, 2025 on 90.7fm WGXC

a very non special show of bone: cursed vanity records from teh 70s/80s I found for under $3 when trying to find good records but finding none, and taking these horrible records as a consolation for a ruined day. We play these records without audition, and try to make sense of them, as I sip and then swig from an old bottle of Bailey's. An exercise in banality and sympathy for the human condition   broadcast live: july 26th, 2025 on 90.7fm WGXC

Playing the darkest dark wave I got and also CTI-style fonky jazz to cure my depression.    broadcast live: august 2nd, 2025 on 90.7fm WGXC

Private Issue New Age (Pina) records and tapez mixed live.  Though the dross and waste surround us, do not fall for the volklisch conspiracy about the purity of the blood. What matters is the heart, not the will. The heart that wants to reach through the scum of Romulus to the waiting hand of the Infinite Star Maker. Reach for the New Age.   broadcast live: august 30th, 2025 on 90.7fm WGXC

Extrasensory spoken words from records and tapes from this world and others. dolphin language, voices from the other side, embodied grunts, ghostly breaths. the human voice in all its horror    broadcast live: august 23rd, 2025 on 90.7fm WGXC