"This is Strobe a new concept in radio programming".  Where we resurrect underground freeform radio circa 1968-1972 Let's get real authentic. Press play below after starting the playlist above, set the volume at 25% on the turntable video, go full screen and freak out.  

Brother Love takes us underground to a room full of light, different color light that will BLOW YOUR MIND!  Dozens of Eye Lights will be used to FREAK YOU OUT!

The desert has a way of holding secrets. Some say it's the heat, the emptiness, the vast expanse of sand and rock that stretches farther than the mind can comprehend. Out there, time moves differently. Reality slips, and you're left alone with whatever's lurking in the cracks. That’s where the Man with No Name broadcast his final show—ten years ago. The legend was born that night, and though his voice vanished, it never quite left. I was sent to uncover it. And maybe, just maybe, to finally let it rest. It’s been a decade since the world last heard from the Man with No Name. Ten years since he disappeared into the desert without a trace. They found his van. They found the equipment. But him? Gone. Me? I’m just a radio producer—washed-up, graying, with a desk cluttered with papers, cassette tapes, and old, forgotten records. The kind of guy who lived through the glory days of FM radio, only to watch it commercialize into something unrecognizable. Then, one day, the package s

It’s been five long years since the Man with No Name’s final broadcast. His disappearance remains a mystery, but most have moved on. The radio station that once aired his shows was left with the empty van, parked where it was last used, collecting dust in the desert. Then, one day, a mysterious package arrives at the station. No return address. No clue who sent it. Inside is a reel-to-reel tape labeled “From the Other Side” along with a single, typewritten note: "Play this. From the van. From the exact same spot in the desert where it all ended. Time to finish what was started." After a heated debate, the station agrees. They set up the van at the precise location in the desert under the same stars, five years to the day. The tape is loaded, the equipment powered up, and when the play button is pressed, the unmistakable voice of the Man with No Name comes over the airwaves. But something about his voice is different. It’s deeper, more resonant, like it’s being broadcast from

This trilogy of desert late night broadcasts comes to an end with a surreal, high-stakes conclusion that mixes Tarantino’s revisionist chaos with mystical and cosmic elements, all framed by the eerie, otherworldly presence of The Doors and a desert-apocalypse backdrop.  Psychedelic Western Night: Part III – The Final Broadcast Setting: The desert outside Santa Fe at dusk. The Man with No Name has returned once again for a final broadcast. The night feels different this time—thicker, charged with a strange energy. There are rumors of mysterious events: sightings of lights in the sky, whispers of a "reckoning" in the desert, and odd messages on the airwaves. The listeners are on edge, some already gathering in the distance, as if something monumental is about to happen. Plot Outline: 1. Setting the Scene As the Man with No Name begins his broadcast, he feels a growing sense of unease. The desert, once quiet and vast, seems alive tonight—like it’s holding its breath. He spins tr

"Out here in the desert, things aren’t always what they seem. The stars above, the shadows below—they blur together, twisting into something... unknown. This is the Man with No Name, back again for another journey into the heart of the psychedelic wilderness. Last time, something strange happened under these stars. Figures in the dark, whispers on the wind, and a message that still lingers: Return . So I’m heading back—deeper into the mystery, deeper into the music. Join me on KFSR, Free Spirit Radio, for 'Psychedelic Western Night: Part II.' We’ve got tracks to take you beyond the edge of reality. From Linda Perhacs’ dreamlike ‘Parallelograms’ to the cosmic sounds of Hawkwind’s 'Hall of the Mountain Grill,’ and the eerie electronics of Fifty Foot Hose—each song a step deeper into the unknown. But as the music plays, will the desert reveal its secrets? Or is it just playing tricks again? Tune in and decide for yourself. The journey starts soon. But remember, some myste