cards, kings, old friends, new friends, paint, pencils and large cardboard boxes.

Found this at a tag sale in South Hadley. Its a 50 year old tape recorder in impeccable condition though I need to get some new tape. A great limiting device for recording an album. Hmm.

Photos from a hike I took along the trails out back of this home in Western Massachusetts.

It took me many years, almost 5 to be precise, to really wrap my head around what a website is. Actually, let me rephrase that. It’s taken me 5 years to figure out what a website ISN’T. Here are my findings.

About 2 months ago I came across some really old and (for me) tremendously nostalgic stickers. I scooped em up because they struck such a chord, but I had no immediate use for them.  Two days ago, I started sticking these little fuckers all over my guitar case. I can’t say why really.  My roommate [...]

pulsating with glee, throbbing with energy, littered with depthful synthesis and inspired composition, pretty damn uplifting. listening instructions: record to tape, insert into walkman, wait for apocalypse, go outside, press play, smile.

Some pictures from this small show

 
Dream of Happenis.  Get it?

a living breathing swirling fearless (composition-wise) mass of music, expanding, contracting, lashing in bits all over, gracefully hiding a steady and totally intentional inner pop sensibility. jangly, fizzy, spinning voice lines. uplifting in most all moments, insightful and honest when not.