Volume 4 of the collaged cassette series: Je Suis le Petit Chevalier: washed upon desertshores, abstractions of once familiar moments, impressions of naked bodies, tragic heroes in the seaweed, electronic impulses or psychic miscommunications? The distances are too great. Too many days on the road. I need to clear my head. My blurred consciousness awakens, staring past the burning sun and into a stranger's eyes. Did I say that out loud? Did we actually have this conversation or did I just dream it? (see also: feliciaatkinson.be)
David Payne: Fossils crushed into dust, distilled into it's purest form, no overdubs, no effects, no residue. Are these severe abstractions or disorientation by rare clarity? Basements dug into a bone filled ground. A lonely metal machine grinds out music, scraping it's way past the ghostly clouds of Steeltown's dark legacy. Confusing times indeed. SOLD OUT!
Limited edition of 18, hand numbered, eyeball tapes, collaged wooden popsicle stick covers. Each one beautifully unique. Please send $7 in North America or $9 for rest of the world... paypal to individual6079 {at} yahoo {dot} com
