these noises are produced in a recovering wilderness, wildflower laden meadow where the grass is blowing to and fro. nestled in the hills of the karuk ancestral eden, near, not on, the klamath river. apples trees from a blacksmith homestead 100 years ago. prescribed fires recovering the world, what we can learn from the indigenous while there is still time to help them revive their world.
geth more listeners...
like, neocontemporary? contemporary piano, minimalism? modernism? not jazz, not funk, it's not a mix-tape or a mixtape or a mix tape, those are too popular. it is a mixture, a new recipe about eclectic, avant-garde, experimental, socialist? or rather, stored memory of our collective subconscious at the alter of neo occult solidarity. no, no, that's not it, orchestral sludge? i like beatnik poetry, i wonder, what is the name of our current ensemble? living rural... phonic poetry, improvisational dandelions. red clover white clover potting up watermelons in a post apocalyptic semi permaculture, ecological revival.
well, i don't know. read books.