… and nothing else.
So I recovered 7 of the supposed 16 tapes I made in the 1990s. Thanks John Fenn. The first one I listened to pretty much sucked but the next 2 were surprisingly nice. Funny to be a listener to your own stuff and know it, but not know it.
I know I have a box with all the masters somewhere. Somewhere.
Mostly this is the thrift store crap that I either avoid buying by taking a picture, or I was fool enough to buy it. Of course a lot of crappy LPs. And a few other things. And the car I went to buy. And I did. And I drove 1800 miles in under 4 days. And video (the dog) was so very patient with it all. What a babe! wet
this was actually a cd, my cd, that diana froley put out on her serious records in the ’90s. thanks diana.
i went to the burger-donut shop next to us in emeryville and bought a maple donut and asked for extra sprinkles and i made this. i am sure that donut shop is now generic condos or something.
today i finished an album for vinyl. so that’s exciting.
A stop motion masterpiece by Ben and T