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Let's just say December
A song for the long nights.
15/12/11
Oh Oh Oh.
My remix of Memory Tapes track
'Yes I Know' is, well,
all over the place.
They say "a smart slice of deconstructed,
dub-treated chillwave".
Buy it here . Hear here.
12/08/11
Memory Tapes.
Just finishing up another remix. This one is
of Memory Tapes track 'Yes I Know' from the new
album 'Player Piano'.
My remix will be available soon.
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10/08/11
A Song (from forthcoming 9ep)
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01/08/11
Listen.
Here be 9op's remix of this tune for The Silent League.
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15/03/11
Maybe It's The Rain.
Installation Artifice continues apace.
Krakow helped. Sea Bat Cloud 9.
I've been low, so low, so-oo low. Soda engaged forever.
What is complete?
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13/03/11
Play Miscy For Me
Psychic clouds on the dark horizon.
Seasonal unreasonable.
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01/03/11
O-Trees

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28/02/11
Translucent Parallel Unity at Dusk
C-o-m-m-o-d-i-t-e-e
Coma. Ditty.
If you let them little things will do that to you
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28/02/11
10 Day-Sized Hole
Lurg et La Grippe. What a pair of crusaders
Ridding my world
of simple joy.
Listened to liars. A lot.
Achever. All songs are Autumn.
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18/02/11
Another remix.
Just finished a remix of this tune
for The Silent League.
You can hear it on their forthcoming EP
and
Best Of album so for now it's the silent treatment....
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17/02/11
A Remix
Or Re-Production. Or Re-work. Or Re-collection.
Words. Sword.
Drinking Again. Consuming a memory.
Imbibing a recollection.
Sometimes you get happy drunk
and other times you get sad drunk.
Coming soon - The Future. On the rocks.
The original song is elsewhere
This is my version.
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16/02/11
Social Networking/Notworking
Our space horror. Mesmeric. Big picture.
Faceboke farmhands to the basement quick..
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15/02/11
Periodic. Intermittent.
Words in progress. Words'n'progress.
Not doing Nothing for No-one /// It's for Everyone ///
The blog gens greatest
conceit..
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14/02/11
The mess age. So easily lost.
Start on a downer, it'll have you.
No where/what/when
this tipping point.
Creeps up and BANG. BANG.
BANG.
We have it easy so when it hits us it hits us hard.
Corner of the eye stuff.
Fluff. Endless variations on....
Take a bow.
A walk. A chance. A minute. A look. A pill. At last.
Druggists hollow cheer.
Bruises all over the place - still no-one helps you.
What a time was had. And never is forever again.
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13/02/11