DJ Static Richie here! There’s a basement that doesn’t show up on any blueprint. It exists somewhere between memory and magnetic tape, where lava lamps hum like monks and the air smells faintly of burned toast and old ideas. That’s where

Somewhere below the algorithm and outside the grip of polished playlists, there’s a place where tape hiss still matters, beats breathe dust, and nostalgia isn’t a filter — it’s a frequency. That place is Rich Marks the Spot Radio, and in