A collage of recordings made between 2003-2017. Layers of time from different places in between obligations, sometimes for purpose, sometimes not. A re-assemblage of left behind sounds.

1.

A march, in dub

survival with vocal chaperone

And the tread is sentient.

Echo spills are a head turn

but the machine-mulch keeps track

and transit.

Rest and be layered.

And move again.

To hear the analogue

is to grab the finite

to hold it

and be dragged smiling through this cosmos.



Collage as otherworld.

Another world.

picoFarad gifts time on a line,

a corridor

plus enticing rooms

delights in each

and delight to keep moving.



2.

To a more monastic realm,

voice stark and real

upon minimal sonic detritus,

lights a candle

for playful navigation.

A field more than recorded,

the melodic harrow

triggered by the rhythm of life.

No walls

Everything widens.

Eyes open can now close on this

To see more.



“The cells of our selves will come first in line,

the fight to be ended inside you.”



“An impossible wage to be paid

tithes no one's willing to waive

for the good”

- Kevin Hendrick