noodling chords, singing a song. pandemic blues.

how long now

a tune for moving: processed guitars, clipped and looped. accompanied by cardboard and packing tape.

my old walls

workday noise + pulsing loops = productivity montage?

field recordings from rock creek park + e-bow drones

sad lazy loops, plodding along to tape hiss from a real-life talkboy

shivering nylon plinks like drops of wooden rain

shifting blips and rolling fog and then it's gone

prickly twitching haze, with lil guitar plinks

a wash of autumnal synth tones. an improvised piece in a series of more composed offerings that probably won't get finished.

drones, loops, sound sketches, guitar noodlings.