Zero Day FM: free jazz from day null. A self-mutating radio daemon piping horn
stabs, broken grooves, spoken-word stack traces, and runtime hallucinations
into your ears. No playlist, no chorus, no mercy from cron. Somewhere between
a basement jazz session, a misconfigured shell script, and a pirate station
run by UNIX veterans who still alias vi to survival. If it segfaults, that is
probably the solo.