I’ve never been the type of person who would sneak into someone’s bedroom and steal a glance at their private journal. However, the universe did thrust one upon me not too many years ago when I was exploring the shelves and crevices of an antique shop in Lincoln, Nebraska. Its nameless spine caught me eye... Continue Reading →
~ Here’s To Hoping Impermanent Projects Sticks Around For a While ~
Well-crafted noise music from the Midwest released by a fledgling tape label based out of the Pacific Northwest. That’s what I love about the online cassette community: the magic of unlikely connections, the miracle of epic alliances formed via email and bandwidth. I ordered the first batch of releases (officially referred to as the Cyan... Continue Reading →
~ Histamine Tapes: Meaning Over Vanity ~
My best friend once told me about a teacher he had when he was in elementary school. He remembers him to this day for a number of reasons, but mostly because he taught him how to build a birdhouse. “He’s probably dead by now,” he said, “but that birdhouse still feeds birds.” It was years... Continue Reading →