Johnny Rewind survived the Satanic Panic, the format wars, and 47 consecutive listens of the Drive soundtrack.

He's the last curator of analog truth in a digital wasteland—rescuing forgotten VHS tapes, defending the sacred ritual of rewinding, and chronicling the beautiful disasters that lined video store shelves when cocaine and hairspray ruled Hollywood.

When he's not alphabetizing the horror section or updating his blog Oddly Familiar, he's hunting down rare media that "supposedly doesn't exist" and reminding anyone who'll listen that streaming killed more than just Blockbuster—it murdered the experience.

VHS Fever Dreams is his love letter to the bargain bins, the B-movies, and the beautiful trash that saved him as a kid.

Professional credentials: Saving 37 games on a single memory card. Finding a Japanese VHS that doesn't exist. Perfect tracking adjustment on the first try.

Current status: Available for VCR repair, mixtape emergencies, and telling you why your childhood was better than you remember.

Be kind. Rewind. Trust no one born after 1999.