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March

Swamp

Nina Simone - Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
Ghosts - Open Your Eyes (Axel Thesleff Remix)
Patrick Zigon - Auttotude
Kevin Saunderson feat. Inner City - Future (Kenny Larkin Tension Mix)
Pachanga Boys - Time


look what I found deep in my house........

Kyo (preview)

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Pip - Bones
Bubba - Geeter n’ E-bow
Skeng - Washtub n’ Wind n’ Throat
Ade-n’-Al - Swamp Murder
F£RG - Robot Cricket 

All present and future evidence, several incarnations of carnival lifestyles and circus-burlesque passions, a thousand forgotten names, lines and times. The girl who offered that first mango, salt and peppered. Kisses from summer rain in the heat of the night. The good and bad and the ugly together, mixed up. Steel bones like wood, blisters under blisters, white finger, black finger, blue finger, slide finger. Throwing in “the black keys for free”. Punch-ups, dust-downs, black-outs, the nuts and the bluffs. “Don’t look in to the light, carry on”. “Is that a human hand in that cigar box? He swore that it was real”. Fairground chic, thalidomide juggler. Gambling chips for payment. Fog horns on the rise, the late night murked-out smoke of blinding rain and city sodium. Lost in the haze of the East river flood. Foil as plug fuses, electrocution by mic stands, PA’s, guitars, and Echo box fires fuelled by hair spray, spilt and leaked liquids. Smoke machine fritz suffocation of band and dance floor. Military police transit van shakedown, numerous breakdowns. Reluctant tarot totting gypsies and the man with no future, The Midnight Players Club, all of the good old boys, all the holes in all the walls, rain through the roof, dirt underfoot. Attacking seagulls. Dub room unscheduled move-out, subsequent unscheduled move-ins, playing in wrong key, playing in wrong time, sounding better placed than intention. Miles of gaffer tape. Miles of silent way. Red light syndrome in the studio and in the district. Trying to forget it all, how to play, when to play, when not to play, how loud to play and start all over again. Life condensed to a moment, this moment. Every moment's present and future evidence.

March

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