Show Notes
Carrier Wave is the Patreon exclusive companion podcast that discusses the origins, inspirations, and production of Observable Radio.Carrier Wave One - April 2024 - Transmissions A.01 - A.03 Featuring Cameron Suey, Phil van Hest, and Purpurina Art by Karrin Fletcher Our Theme Music is Unwind Wave by Tim Kulig LINKS Phonic Respiration The prisoner in Cattle Drive is named Josef Clay, for Josef K, the protagonist of Kafka's The Trial, and Cameron's old creepypasta nom de plume. To Serve Man (Story - Twilight Zone Episode) Skinamarink (Hulu) Meet the Feebles Soylent Green Tender is the Flesh Acceptable Cannibalism Observable Radio on Sound Cloud Full Cattle Burger Willow Talk (A Willow Podcast) Paper Clip Problem (Instrumental Convergence) Fully Automated Luxury Communism House of Leaves Questions? Ask them here!
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