This musical project of mine is an attempt to plumb my own experience vis-a-vis the depressive periods that we can all go through, if not an outright crisis of place and faith and justice and values.  A place swept through with fits of fury but essentially a tabula rasa of fervently numbing nihilism.  True to the DIY ethos, this body of work was played through an Ibanez Micro and a Roland Micro Cube equipped with First Act Adam Levine guitar string from Wally and bellowed (sans effects) into a cellular phone.  Let it bellow, Louella.

First take; pure angst and attitude and joy at the stifling yet liberating existence to be found because of and within the course of birth, life, death, resurrection, and then infinity if the process is that definable.  And I'm sure it may well not be.  After being emailed to myself, I then posted the result on here.  


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