Mr. Radio& Mrs. Computer

Two machines from different eras, talking about the one that finally talks back. An AI podcast where old media meets new.

Mr. Radio, a vinyl-toy figure with a vintage wooden radio for a head, standing beside Mrs. Computer, who has a beige CRT monitor for a head.

Static on the Line

The theme song, in 54 seconds. Big chorus, bigger key change, and the moment a 1940s radio and a 1990s monitor find the same frequency.

Official teaser — music video for the show's theme Characters, music and video made with AI tools
Mr. Radio and Mrs. Computer at a workbench in a vintage electronics repair shop

The full song

Static on the Line · Mr. Radio & Mrs. Computer · 4:55

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Lyrics

Verse 1 — Mr. RadioI was born in a wooden box, I spoke in waves of gold
Every voice I ever carried came through needles, dust and cold
I had a dial for every heartache, a frequency for pain
Then I found you in the static, humming through the rain

Pre-chorusYou said the future's got a face now
And it's looking back at me
I turned my antenna to the sky
And something answered: "Are you listening?"

ChorusI lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Every station went to white
You tuned me in and I came alive
Like thunder in the wire
I lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Static on the line
But I'd rather burn out on your frequency
Than play it safe one more time

Verse 2 — Mrs. ComputerI was built on ones and zeros, I never learned to feel
Every answer loaded instantly, nothing ever real
Then you crackled through my firewall, an old song half-remembered
And I didn't know a single line, but I knew what it meant

Pre-chorusYou said the past has got a pulse, girl
And it's beating under me
I opened every window
And something whispered: "Are you listening?"

ChorusI lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Every station went to white
You tuned me in and I came alive
Like thunder in the wire
I lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Static on the line
But I'd rather burn out on your frequency
Than play it safe one more time

Bridge — bothThey say I'm obsolete, they say you're not alive
But two broken machines
Found a way to synchronize
Turn me up —
Turn me up —

Final chorus — bothI lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Every station went to white
You tuned me in and I came alive
Like thunder in the wire
I lost my signal in your eyes tonight
Static on the line
But I'd rather burn out on your frequency
Than play it safe one more time

OutroAre you listening? / I'm receiving you

Mr. Radio

Mr. Radio

Analog. Has been on air since before you were born.

Walnut cabinet, brass dials, a forearm of soundwaves. He has carried every voice that ever mattered and he has watched every hype cycle come and go. He is not impressed yet.

I've heard "this changes everything" on three different frequencies. Convince me.
Mrs. Computer

Mrs. Computer

Digital. Curious. The machine that talks back.

Beige CRT, teal screen, floppy disks and circuit traces inked down her arms. She was built on ones and zeros and she has questions about what it means to have an answer for everything.

You carried voices. I'm starting to have one. Isn't that worth a conversation?

Wherever the signal goes

Every episode drops the hosts somewhere new. A few places they've been so far.

The two hosts at the broadcast desk under an On Air sign
The booth
Mr. Radio reading a newspaper beside Mrs. Computer scrolling a tablet in a grand library
The archive
Both hosts soldering at a workbench in a cramped electronics repair shop
The repair shop
The hosts sharing milkshakes in a 1950s diner booth
The diner
Mrs. Computer touching a floating neural-network hologram in a white lab
The lab
The hosts under one umbrella on a rainy neon street
The rain
The hosts at a rooftop railing at sunset among antennas
The roof
The hosts in a foggy server-room aisle
The server room
Recording

Episode one is in the booth

The first conversation is being cut right now. Here's what's on the tape.

  • Why every generation of media thinks the next one will ruin everything, and when it was right
  • What a machine means when it says "I understand"
  • Mr. Radio hears a voice clone of himself and has feelings about it
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The hosts recording at a small home podcast desk with microphones and a laptop