and the evening before

I have been going through tapes and tapes and endless tapes. It seems, I spent most of my teens attached to a 4-track and a stereo.... creating insane, pretty interesting albums, looking back now... That analogue sound still kills me. Distorted, rupturing bass, that doesn't disappear, just transforms into ravaged teeth. Anyway... I'm still getting ready to put my new records up on Itunes... etc... but I might throw some of my old records up to...  they exist in a twilight zone-ish alternate reality. I'm perplexed, but in love with them at the same time. I sometimes forget that I was making music every fucking day of my life since I was 11. Weird. Another world. 

Talk soon universe.

SL