This album, like many that preceded it, was at rest. It lacked a name, a cover, and a few other adjustments in the edition. Such was the foresight.
During a short walk, I noticed a small piece of paper with an inscription in red, faded by the rain. It read “Trassed Paths.” I continued my hurried pace until that message echoed in my consciousness. Before the spelling mistake, I wrestled with the ambiguity of the tracing. Would it be delineated/determined or scratched/furrowed?
How fitting for this album, what a scar!
The tracks are uncertain, pointing in improvised directions, paths full of erasures that are invented as you walk. Take advantage of the momentum!
The missing “C” became an oracle!
The paths are not traced beforehand, they are scratched hastily or blindly, like a gutter, on surfaces that did not ask to be maps.
This trail is noisy, erratic, unconventional music – beautiful for getting lost in the “glitch” that becomes a star.
Found on the street. Uncorrected.
Error is the path!