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burgulars and friends
Last weekend I went away with Chris, for an extended recording session in Michigan, at his parents' beach house. We recorded a nice array of stuff: a multitracked drone-and-cymbals piece; a long psychedelic jam with chants, handclaps and a thick wall of shifting guitar feedback; and a series of beach field recordings, including the sound of scraping a burnt log and a short improvisation where we used our feet to scuff sand around on the back of an abandoned surfboard.
We had a wonderful time, but I got back to find that my bike been stolen. (A few days later I had this dream, about being burgled, by a "weird-looking blonde guy" who may well be myself.)
That (and my cold) got me feeling pretty down for a while, but I got a pick-me-up midweek when I learned that new photos had been posted from last June's Spring. Spring is the conference / temporary autonomous zone / adult camp that I've helped to run for the past two years, and some of the people in these photos are among my favorite people in the whole world.
There's also some nice photos of me, too, for those of you curious about that sort of thing. |
Sunday, November 03, 2002
10:04 AM
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