This is a soundscape but with dramatic shape. This kind of post-modernism is not agreeable to most people, but it’s where I am right now — I feel so comfortable mired in the muck.
Brutalism, Death, Depression, Experimental Music, Music, recovery
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#1 by clinock on April 6, 2017 - 2:01 am
Couldn’t stop listening to the end. Marvelous Carl, I envy you the skill and technical know-how to create magic like this. I hear; a reading of Dada poetry, a conference of the animals, the colour wheel…
#2 by Carl on April 6, 2017 - 6:00 am
You’ve given me fire for weeks to come. Thank you for your kindness, John!
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