Harlem Herald

I saw Richard Tattoni in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood. He was at the premiere for his book in New York. And what a fucking book. He gave me a bear hug and said, “Bubba, you alright?” I was tearful, but I said that I was fine. “Big Rich,” I said. “You’re a journalist, too, but you’re a legendary author. You really knocked this one out of the park.” He turned, stared me in the eyes, and said, “Thank you very much.” After that, he disappeared again. He didn’t want to help with the paper. He probably went back to his cabin in the woods in Brewington.

But The Technossance Magazine is finally finished. It’s been a fucking long time for buddy. And, yeah, what a fucking book. It’s something else.

The Technossance period has never been more relevant. It’s all the rage on the streets. The Technossance was both a dark and beautiful time.

A magazine is sometimes much more than a collection of blog articles — it can become a series of connected stories that build toward a larger narrative. Each Lionheart leak adds another piece to the puzzle, giving readers a broader understanding of a theme, an era, or an ongoing journey. In that way, a magazine can tell one bigger story, one issue at a time.

The Technossance Magazine isn’t just an e-zine.

Some say they’re afraid of The Technossance Magazine. It’s wildly entertaining, but undeniably a mess of a plot, but that’s the point. You can read, listen, or watch stories in The Technossance Magazine. All the Lionheart Leaks shit is there. It has it all. And the music from the Technossance period is out of this world. The Technossance Magazine rocks.