When your migrating about the rock and you land in those concrete jungles of cultural being. Connecting with other humans sometimes isn't enough to tend balance and the wilderness is distant. Allotments are perfect outlets for reconnecting with our green and edible friends. Here's a ramble from one of Bristol, England's huge community allotments as I waited to find a MIG welder to repair my tallbike at the time. 

Bristol Allotment Ramble

This was the last recording I made before I crossed the atlantic this past summer. Sitting on the red stairs of my fathers house beneath the giant Oak Tree that helped me become well uh, me. But well call er' Redwood at Home.

Redwood At Home

A lil rant, while hitching towards Paris.

Moon To The Sky (acapella)

Another spontaneous ramble. Beside the road with a bag of Welsh chips by my side just south of Holyhead, Wales en route to rendezvous with some of thy brotherfolk in the town of Porthmadog.

Tall Tour

Trying to play banjo with my tooled up shoulder.

Dislocated Shoulder Blues

Got a bit excited about a blissed out bike path I cycled along somewhere in Wales.

Bike Snoring (acapella)

Teaching an Italian Architecture student about American Old Time music.

Bowling Green (Venice)

Fayettville, West Virginia, bike-hitch teleportation.

Alp Horn- West Virginia

Gonna Fly on

 Summoning light at the ass of the Mississippi.

Sunrise Witches

Perfect in imperfection, impermanence of the moment, resilient resonance of the playful experience. Expressions of raw unadulterated vibrations. 

This ain't a studio its a phone with a recorder.

Trey Pearl