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- clapchapstains
(3mb)
Sun, 30 Dec 2007 17:19:41 GMT
A bit of a summary for the year, maybe? Sit at the desk and plop horn soft paupers into rapid prattle streams... them's the moment, at least (carbuncle motiff, provided it'll acquiesce); geddit too riled and you're bound to have to go for a nicety walk/doppel-talk/and relish more trollings for 'at metaphysch that thumbs its gravy while taking the house downstairs. - aBBa diRty giMMesUmmA (4mb)
Tue, 09 Oct 2007 13:49:25 GMT
Hah! Found this little squatter in my laundry hamper and figured it was a pleasing pop antedote to some of the more dry and sublime, abstract hoo-haw that crawls to the surface hither and thither in this cast of pods. - phoansects (2mb)
Wed, 18 Jul 2007 18:08:01 GMT
just a wee: whilst tok-tok'ing my scrubs, it descended as apparent that the tele-huso can likewise utter her methods thru the true ears of fm... - rootah (4mb)
Mon, 05 Feb 2007 15:54:40 GMT
The onset of frigid has taken over the melting topsoil these past several weeks... I find the ol' humor goes into hibernation a teensy bit; opting for more stoic options like quiet wood clatter, drone-bits, and the like... sounds for meditating around the wood stove with a nip of bourbon or blackest coffee and scrunched-up brow while pondering radio static and tree houses. - Candy Store Approach (13mb)
Mon, 08 Jan 2007 22:33:05 GMT
Hmmm. Now and again ya gotta flush out the brown. This one licks the bowl clean! - Les Tubes d' Harpsie (3mb)
Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:36:27 GMT
Yes well, a bit of a diatribe. You run around and tug on things and some people (well, most, to be honest) don't care, nor do you about them: that's just the way amongst men and minstrels and ministers and administrators. I live in a spectacle of a place where Floridians come by summer in the droves, and by winter, leave us with empty hulls and husks and the quiet rot of Vacationland. So I make these videos and sounds and run-arounds as a template for tossing at their shadows and laughing at all the pretty pieces the broken glass makes. There you are, ol' boy. I wish though that you and me, we were kin. - Loo Wander (2mb)
Tue, 05 Dec 2006 03:09:02 GMT
Ol' Jaco was a hick rag dagger. He'd gawk at his three-cornered head and gloam red gloats with tea tree stings lashing at his hair sock, still lying on the floor like a poor pajama. It was bad, man and lady friends, real badge. So here's his tale as of late, in delightful video spill. - Russia No Wave (as performed by Bad Bus) (6mb)
Wed, 29 Nov 2006 14:21:49 GMT
Some pals of mine in the next town over (which a' be Brunswick, Maine), have this house with a basement with a smattering of instruments, broken instruments, gutted things, objects, objections, and grins. Once a month or so they hold a pow-wow involving said basement, operating under the moniker, Bad Bus... so here's a delicious build-up-and-bruiser with the buncha' us, having had sips of booze and enduring all that rancor on this last past Election Day. Who was there... Alyce, Ryan, & Joni (who did all the banging & shaking & donging); Matt (on trumpet (?) and that's DEFINITELY his yell!), Adam (& his theremin), and my nervous guitar. Whooot! - I have love on the inside... ("intriguing") (27mb)
Sat, 18 Nov 2006 19:34:48 GMT
aaaaaaaaaand ye sit late at night, rain thumping sideways; you will act accordingly (love on the inside)... this blasted thing, digger-knit on the vinyl sidings, taking it and putting it somewhere else... intriguing - Felafel Next Boris pt. 1 (36mb)
Wed, 08 Nov 2006 19:58:22 GMT
The genuine article: recording when no one is looking... what could be better? Andrew & Jacob (of Gastric Female Reflex), Philip (of Monopolka), and myself spent a few weeks in August 2006 doing a Benelux tour together. In between shows, in addition to drinking and merriment and felafel stands, we'd wander the cobblestone streets together with our walkman cassette recorders. Here's a chunk from my handy panasonic stereo machine. Analog. Crude. To you. With love. - Sunty-roan-kisher (8mb)
Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:32:29 GMT
Awww fuggit, here's another-- as follow-up to the Suntag piece (which has a fatter, happier uncle feel compared to this one). Explanation? Bah. I was dosed up on the high wind, so I made this one today after the power came back on, rather elated (made me wanna hit things). Ye shoulda' seen the ocean, man. Smunch! - Suntag-keep-swisher (25mb)
Sun, 29 Oct 2006 20:58:36 GMT
allegory man, allegory... keep those commas coming: you sit atcher desk, grab bits and particles, letters from your mom, a found tape, a bit of head-rub, some squaaaa, a little rumble-box, and there's ye jimmy. - Urchin of Life (16mb)
Sun, 22 Oct 2006 18:42:17 GMT
glips and speak-easy's, home identity tips (upon building a dream home-type analysis); bemoaner mantra (and tick)... 2004 - handhelder-report/espot (Aug's 2005) (4mb)
Fri, 20 Oct 2006 20:18:32 GMT
When the warms comb over, one goes for trundles, occasionally putting neon-glens and isotopes into the fiber; tasty-when-says? Ohio, papple, Harpsie, tide-high/pause. Oye. Oyes. - Swish & Tongue/Perpetuosities (9mb)
Fri, 20 Oct 2006 10:01:10 GMT
this form of relating to one another is habit forming
