Cillizza’s fingernails on a chalkboard voice: “People ask how I get my ideas. See those books on the shelf?” They are dusty and have never been read. They are props. “See that typewriter over there?” Another unused prop. “I am an analog guy.” Another big lie. “And I got a turntable you can’t see! Lotsa analog stuff! I got a book coming out called AnalogGuy. And right now - it’s at the cheap low-low price of $19.99. Lemme tell you what other analog secrets it’s got…” The symphony of lies continues.
Cillizza’s fingernails on a chalkboard voice: “People ask how I get my ideas. See those books on the shelf?” They are dusty and have never been read. They are props. “See that typewriter over there?” Another unused prop. “I am an analog guy.” Another big lie. “And I got a turntable you can’t see! Lotsa analog stuff! I got a book coming out called AnalogGuy. And right now - it’s at the cheap low-low price of $19.99. Lemme tell you what other analog secrets it’s got…” The symphony of lies continues.
“I paid $15,000 for a vintage minimoog in pristine condition, 100% analog. Have I ever turned it on? Hell no.”