{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"TrueLife","title":"Tommy Carrigan - Graffiti on the Graveyard Walls","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":4054,"description":"Tommy CarriganThey built their empire on graves,stacked bones into skyscrapers,paved over dreams with dead men’s lies —and thought we wouldn’t notice.But Tommy Carrigan noticed.And he came swinging.Born with rebellion carved into his marrow,gifted with the fire-tongue of his Irish bloodline,Tommy tore through the polite prisons they offered —biology, pharmacy, medicine —and burned their paper chains before they could cuff him.From a crooked rooftop above an old garage,he grabbed a mic like a molotov,sprayed truth like graffiti across the walls of a world rotting from the inside out.They banned him.Erased him.Shut the doors and blacked out the windows.But you can’t bury a storm.You can’t muzzle a mind that games across star systemsand sees high-rises as tombstones scratching at a deaf sky.Tommy is a cracked mirror, a mad prophet,a workhorse rebel dragging broken truths through barbed wire and throwing them bleeding at your feet.He wears grief like armor —his brother’s ghost stitched to his chest like a battle flag,a promise that from ruin, he’ll raise something fierce enough to matter.This ain’t a show.It’s a jailbreak.It’s a fistfight in the graveyard of dead ideas.Welcome to Tommy Carrigan —where every word is a brick through their stained-glass illusions,and the walls of the old world are coming down spray-painted, blood-smeared, and loud.Tommy's Podcast","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/FV-M9IcfmmK0PpSjnssPkhI7AX9NSl6NdRLN8MmGBl8/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9zaG93/LzExODc0LzE2NzI1/NDI0ODQtYXJ0d29y/ay5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}