inspiration junkdrawer for the Theater of Diminished Faculties: occult porn, synth freakouts and perverts from outer space.
Our back yard is becoming a pet cemetery. Sounds about right.
Never had much luck at NYC Goodwills, but I did pretty good today.
Hanging more posters and flyers today, starting with this Hausu flyer.
walking home from the post office.
no surprise, then, that this is the afternoon listening.
NCMH 1 on Flickr.
This used to be the North Cedar Murder House, a flood-gutted house where I recorded Blearyeared (and where I lived for a while).
rollerdrome on Flickr.
I took this picture after the floods when the rollerdrome was filled with mud. Out back is where I did field recordings of rain on abandoned cars for Vons Serin.
I’ve trimmed out quite a few pedals over the past few years; this is probably the least amount of pedals i’ve owned in ten years.
Some of the Puppetkultus sketches from The Final Wisdom. That quote is by Brian Eno: “The value of serious illness? The chance to change your life.”