a daylong drive listening to a single cassette
deck flipping back & again between sides
shady exorcist conjures that memory
each moment particular & bleeding into the previous & next
it feels like story, offhand & meticulous
evoking without prescription
beguiling & indifferent

an album of exquisite hyper-acoustic music
zooming in on each detail surrounding the process
shifts of the hand feel massive
they turn into texture
& texture becomes counterpoint to instrument & notes
the music lives beyond the perimeter of its attack, wobbly clouds of sustained strings in a room
somewhere in shady

cascading tambouraesque buzz
sleeping in on bright morning
melodies come & bolt
slow down
phasey
how the hell to remember all this?
power chords like a tape cut up
cracked knuckles
melodies come & bolt
fade
ambling
flicker & daylight
behind, beside & in spite of the attack
feels like story, offhand & meticulous
see saw chords & open note
then united for the a prime
bridge stretches out long enough to forget whence we came
disorientation though stretching the song familiar past anchors of form & memory
cleansing music
keeping the body moving & ears alert, clearing clutter in mind, mentality & vicinity
reprise has me seeing ghosts
don't sleep
arriving from mlps 20 years later the tape turns over