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diff --git a/txt/music/new.md b/txt/music.md index bbb327d6..bbb327d6 100644 --- a/txt/music/new.md +++ b/txt/music.md diff --git a/txt/music/ALIENCD46/index.md b/txt/music/ALIENCD46/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index df545d85..00000000 --- a/txt/music/ALIENCD46/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,35 +0,0 @@ -# Molasses - -## Trouble at Jinx Hotel - -### Spine - -> molasses -> trouble at jinx hotel -> ALIENCD46 - -### Front cover (image) - -> HOTEL - -### Back cover - -> 13 - -> alien8 recordings - -### Gatefold right - -> molasses. trouble at jinx hotel. siren's song. -> la la la, amerika. Saitn Christopher's blues. -> sign of judgment. Lynn Canyon wedding -> song. coda. You Can't Win. trouble in mind. -> las niñas. Miss Peach's Pawnshop. buffaloed -> at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. no love -> lost. songs from the basement... lucky thirteen. - -### [Insert](insert.md) - -### CD (image) - -> HOTEL diff --git a/txt/music/ALIENCD46/insert.md b/txt/music/ALIENCD46/insert.md deleted file mode 100644 index 3181d34c..00000000 --- a/txt/music/ALIENCD46/insert.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,226 +0,0 @@ -mollasses - -...à l'hôtel jinx... - -thierry amar; flüffy erskine; norsola johnson; kate lawrence; jennifer -ménard; mike moya; sam shalabi; scott lregrande chernoff... -chris brokaw; bruce cawdron; david michael curry; lisa gamble; efrim -menuck; michel meunier; js truchy; thalia zedek... à l'hôtel jinx. - -lucky 13: siren's song. la la la, amerika. Saint Christopher's blues. -sign of judgment. Lynn Canyon wedding song. coda. You Can't Win. trouble -in mind. las niñas. Miss Peach's Pawnshop. buffaloed at Wounded Knee/the -weeping winds. no love lost. songs from the basement. - -trouble at jinx hotel. these cursed recordings began in late winter 2003 -at the hotel2tango in montréal. it was a bitter sunday in march. the -world was on the brink of war in old mesopotamia, and we were all of us -sick with the influenza. headaches. fevers. wrecked guts and water on -the lungs. coughing like crazy. everyone with a base case of the shakes. -the hotel wass cold and its ghosts were unhappy. electricity was being -weird. lights flickered and all the microphones crackled with live -current. little blue sparks dancing through the studio rooms. amplifiers -were picking up strange radio frequencies and the piano, which couldn't -hold a tune to save its own life, was behaving like a cantankerous old -man. our cats and dogs were nervous and excited, a-jitter the way -animals get whenever catastrope looms. we started with a 16-track tape -machine, three spools of 1/4" analog audio tape, and a lucky thirteen -little songs hanging in our heads. but when the 16-track busted and -broke down a few days later, we moved to 2" tape on a 24-track machine -and began anew with our fingers crossed. then the 24-track showed the -first symptoms of its own terrible illness. so we did what we could with -digital audio tape while our trusty friend and technician, garfield -lamb, nursed the equipment back to some semblance of health. then we -transfered the digital recordings to 2" tape and went to work again... -waiting to see what the gods would do next. they toyed with us for -a while before unleashing their full fury: the 24-track, seizing -mid-song one evening, ate a reel of tape and sent it spewing around the -studio in little pieces, a scene as cruel as confetti at a funeral. -garfield somehow managed to splice the tape together again. but our -nerves were now in tatters too, scattered all over the hotel floor. when -we finally finished tracking this music in the summer of 2003, the cats -and dogs didn't look any less worried than when we'd begun. of course, -they sensed the disaster we would soon see for ourselves: as we started -mixing the very next night, a faulty lamp at the studio short-circuited -and the tape machine caught on fire. a freak electrical accident. there -was an asterisk of light; then a dragon-tail of smoke coiling across the -room; then there was a darkness; and then the 24-track quietly died. the -animals, cowering in corners, whined, *why didn't you fucking fools jump -ship at the first sign of the storm*? that's when we drifted away from -the jinxed hotel... floating until we found safe harbour in a studio we -could borrow for a few days - one whose own resident dogs, zoro and -ciska, greeted us with idiot grins and the contented looks of drunken -sailors on calm seas. mixing was finished in a kind of delirious -distress at MixArt in notre-dame-de-grace, montréal, autumn 2003. these -lucky thirteen. dieu merci. slgc. *new year's eve* 2003. - -siren's song. instrumental. - -la la la, amerika. amerika is crawling with cops tonight as we put our -fists through the windows of the world i know you're broken and you're -down at the mouth but you're pouting like a punished little girl when -darkness calls night falls oh mother where are the children you've -orphaned all over the Earth we're frightened and sickened and -poverty-stricken and waiting for you to send word when darkness calls -the sky falls we're tired mother and we're poor we're wretched at your -teeming shore we're homeless and tossed by the storm looking for the -light at your golden door when darkness calls night falls. - -flüffy: marching drum, percussion & choir; norsola: cello & voice; kate: -violin; jennifer: voice; moya: Crumar organ; dmc: viola & choir; gamble: -choir; efrim: choir; js: upright bass; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic -guitars & vocals; scott recorded the air-raid siren and bombs on the -nightly news when baghdad was attacked by the united states and great -britain in march 2003; words & music by scott chernoff, as stolen from -the inscription on the statue of liberty: *give me your tired your poor -your huddled masses yearning to breathe the wretched refuse of your -teeming shore send these the homeless tempest-tossed to me i lift my -lamp beside the golden door*. - -Saint Christopher's blues. the locusts are in the jimson Shit Creek is -on the rise and you're out wrecking eternity this town looks like a -prison in September's crimson sky when i should be loving you perfectly -you're such a pretty little mess with your Saint Christopher blues and -that doomed little look in your eye the weight of the world rests all -upon your tiny shoes but June why are you so terrified give me the -locust and the flood i'm a Fool for Love but i'm kneeling in Shit Creek -tonight. - -thierry: upright & electric bass; flüffy: marching drum; kate: violin; -jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; bruce: drums; gramble: -scrap metal; scott: electric guitar & vocals. words & music by scott -chernoff. - -sign of judgment. yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes sign of -judgment time ain't long i don't like old Satan none of his tempting -charms cheats you at your Jesus now and roll you in his arms yes sign of -judgment yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment time ain't long i -don't like old Satan nothing he say or do tell one lie to hurt us all -and two to make it true yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes -sign of judgment time ain't long. - -norsola: cello; jennifer: voice; efrim: electric guitar & harmonium; js: -upright bass; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & -music by kid prince moore (traditional). - -Lynn Canyon wedding song. well i never cared very much for the west -except for you there who i loved the best now please take me back east i -wrote your name in silver and green where Love and Hate Play with Fate -and History now please take me back east oh please take me back east we -came to the Canyon across the calm and the wild from Mountain to -Mountain and Island to aisle i came for Abel you came for Cain and we -danced on the tables between the cradle and the grave and i never cared -very much for the west but i will be there in my Sunday best if you will -wear your red wedding dress then please take me back east oh please take -me back east. - -flüffy: saw; jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola & -saw; js: upright bass & voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & -music by scott chernoff. - -coda. instrumental. - -flüffy: metal heating duct; michel: banjo; dog & voice drone recorded by -julian evans on video tape at Lynn Canyon 2002; mixed by scott & harris -newman in montréal 2003. - -You Can't Win. you with your railroad bones and you with your -golden-spiked skin you with the wind in your clothes and your hat like a -house caving in oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You -Can't Win when the Angel of Light is at the window with the -Sanctimonious Kid when you're down and out from Sacramento on the New -York City skids oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You -Can't Win when the East River is groaning all below the Williamsburg -Bridge when airplanes are exploding in the skyline's falling limbs oh -man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win when the -Swans are at your throat with their busted burning wings when they -squeal and scream and moan at every last ship that comes in oh man You -Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win. - -flüffy: chor; norsola: choir; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitars & -Crumar organ; sam: oud; bruce: drums & marimba; dmc: choir; gramble: -scrap metal & choir; efrim: electric guitar & choir; js: choir; thalia: -choir; scott: electric & acoustic guitars, vocals. words & music by -scott chernoff, on the road from sacramento to nyc. september 11 2001, -while reading jack black's 1926 hobo memoir *You Can't Win* and -listening to the music of michael gira.. - -trouble in mind. trouble in mind i'm blue but i won't be blue all the -way you know that sun is gonna shine on me someday i'm gonna lay my head -on some lonesome railroad line and let that big motherfucking engine -nullify my mind trouble in mind i'm blue but i won't be blue all the way -you know that sun is gonna shine on me someday. - -jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars; chris: electric guitar; scott: -acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music traditional, as learned from a -1960s recording by sam lightnin' hopkins. - -las niñas. instrumental. - -andrew mayrs recorded his baby daughter illimani crying while banging on -a piano in kitsilano, vancouver 2003; screaming children recorded by -scott at rue roy, montréal 2003. mixed by scott & harris newman in -montréal 2003. - -Miss Peach's Pawnshop. i bought this cross on the island of St. Thomas -because i wanted jesus on my chest i got this tattoo in New Orleans and -this one in the Orient for my honeymoon and i got this scar somewhere -far far away i was drunk as hell and i tried to walk home and my hands -were broken and i found this prayer in the back of a magazine i know -it's ripped but it came like this it came like this i bought this song -at Miss Peach's Pawn with this old overcoat and a gold-plated wristwatch -and i found this prayer in the back of a magazine i know it's ripped but -it came like this it came like this it came like this it came like this. - -norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitar, -piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola; js: upright bass; scott: acoustic -guitar & vocals. words by hilary peach & scott chernoff; music by scott -chernoff. this is a bastard adaptation of peach's poem *Tattoo* from her -album, *Poems Only Dogs Can Hear*. - -buffaloed at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. instrumental. (for l.p. & -a.i.m. and a pox on mean-spirited sons of bitches everywhere). - -flüffy: saws; dmc: saws. - -no love lost. good-bye old friend it's time to go this is the end of all -that we know when you worship in the house of burden i worship in the -house of blame as you learn to let your spirit burn i yearn to be a -flame to be a flame and there's no love no love lost as there is the -righteous there is the wrong and there is the night which is betrayed -by the dawn and there's no love no love lost as there is the sinner -there is the god and there is the singer profaned by the song and -there's no love no love lost there's no love no love lost. - -thierry: electric bass; flüffy: bowed piano & saws; jennifer: voice; -moya: piano; michel: banjo; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar, bowed -piano & vocals. words & music by scott chernoff. - -songs from the basement. there's a song for hatred and a song for love a -song for betrayal and a song for trust there's a song for what's fated a -song for dumb luck a song for what's sacred and one for what's fucked -there's a song which is prayed a song which is cussed these songs from -the basement which play unto us. - -norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars; -bruce: marimba & cymbals; dmc: viola; efrim: harmonium; garfield lamb: -knife; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music by scott chernoff. -mixed by howard bilerman at the hotel... ...after the storm had all -blown by... - -recorded by howard bilerman, efrim & scott at mom & pop sounds in the -hotel2tango, mile end, montréal 2003. except where noted, everything was -mixed by howard bilerman & molasses at MixArt in notre-dame-de-grace, -montréal 2003. mastered by harris newman in little italy, montréal 2003 -& 2004. all songs c&p SOCAN 2004, except *sign of judgment* & *trouble -in mind* which are in the public domain. hilary peach's poem *Tattoo*, -which inspired *Miss Peach's Pawnshop*, is c&p hilary peach 2003. all -music arranged by molasses, design and hand-lettering by slgc ink. in -tokyo. photography by dmc & norsola. layout by slgc ink. with assistance -by sean o'hara. all love to those who helped: sohara & gary at alien8 -recordings; howard bilerman; cada del popolo; don & ian at -constellation; eric craven; julian evans; michael feuerstack; aidan -girt; lea grahovac; taras grescoe; garfield lamb; tim mahony; andrew -mayrs, vally mendoza & illimani mendoza-mayrs; boris & nicolas at -MixArt; harris newman, *who is never wrong*; hilary peach; sugar & -smokey; and all the cars and dogs... xoxo... diff --git a/txt/trouble-at-jinx-hotel.txt b/txt/trouble-at-jinx-hotel.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4db28dd6 --- /dev/null +++ b/txt/trouble-at-jinx-hotel.txt @@ -0,0 +1,236 @@ +mollasses + +...à l'hôtel jinx... + +thierry amar; flüffy erskine; norsola johnson; kate lawrence; +jennifer ménard; mike moya; sam shalabi; scott lregrande chernoff... +chris brokaw; bruce cawdron; david michael curry; lisa gamble; efrim +menuck; michel meunier; js truchy; thalia zedek... à l'hôtel jinx. + +lucky 13: siren's song. la la la, amerika. Saint Christopher's +blues. sign of judgment. Lynn Canyon wedding song. coda. You Can't +Win. trouble in mind. las niñas. Miss Peach's Pawnshop. buffaloed +at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. no love lost. songs from the +basement. + +trouble at jinx hotel. these cursed recordings began in late winter +2003 at the hotel2tango in montréal. it was a bitter sunday in +march. the world was on the brink of war in old mesopotamia, and +we were all of us sick with the influenza. headaches. fevers. wrecked +guts and water on the lungs. coughing like crazy. everyone with a +base case of the shakes. the hotel wass cold and its ghosts were +unhappy. electricity was being weird. lights flickered and all the +microphones crackled with live current. little blue sparks dancing +through the studio rooms. amplifiers were picking up strange radio +frequencies and the piano, which couldn't hold a tune to save its +own life, was behaving like a cantankerous old man. our cats and +dogs were nervous and excited, a-jitter the way animals get whenever +catastrope looms. we started with a 16-track tape machine, three +spools of 1/4" analog audio tape, and a lucky thirteen little songs +hanging in our heads. but when the 16-track busted and broke down +a few days later, we moved to 2" tape on a 24-track machine and +began anew with our fingers crossed. then the 24-track showed the +first symptoms of its own terrible illness. so we did what we could +with digital audio tape while our trusty friend and technician, +garfield lamb, nursed the equipment back to some semblance of health. +then we transfered the digital recordings to 2" tape and went to +work again... waiting to see what the gods would do next. they +toyed with us for a while before unleashing their full fury: the +24-track, seizing mid-song one evening, ate a reel of tape and sent +it spewing around the studio in little pieces, a scene as cruel as +confetti at a funeral. garfield somehow managed to splice the tape +together again. but our nerves were now in tatters too, scattered +all over the hotel floor. when we finally finished tracking this +music in the summer of 2003, the cats and dogs didn't look any less +worried than when we'd begun. of course, they sensed the disaster +we would soon see for ourselves: as we started mixing the very next +night, a faulty lamp at the studio short-circuited and the tape +machine caught on fire. a freak electrical accident. there was an +asterisk of light; then a dragon-tail of smoke coiling across the +room; then there was a darkness; and then the 24-track quietly died. +the animals, cowering in corners, whined, *why didn't you fucking +fools jump ship at the first sign of the storm*? that's when we +drifted away from the jinxed hotel... floating until we found safe +harbour in a studio we could borrow for a few days - one whose own +resident dogs, zoro and ciska, greeted us with idiot grins and the +contented looks of drunken sailors on calm seas. mixing was finished +in a kind of delirious distress at MixArt in notre-dame-de-grace, +montréal, autumn 2003. these lucky thirteen. dieu merci. slgc. *new +year's eve* 2003. + +siren's song. instrumental. + +la la la, amerika. amerika is crawling with cops tonight as we put +our fists through the windows of the world i know you're broken and +you're down at the mouth but you're pouting like a punished little +girl when darkness calls night falls oh mother where are the children +you've orphaned all over the Earth we're frightened and sickened +and poverty-stricken and waiting for you to send word when darkness +calls the sky falls we're tired mother and we're poor we're wretched +at your teeming shore we're homeless and tossed by the storm looking +for the light at your golden door when darkness calls night falls. + +flüffy: marching drum, percussion & choir; norsola: cello & voice; +kate: violin; jennifer: voice; moya: Crumar organ; dmc: viola & +choir; gamble: choir; efrim: choir; js: upright bass; thalia: voice; +scott: acoustic guitars & vocals; scott recorded the air-raid siren +and bombs on the nightly news when baghdad was attacked by the +united states and great britain in march 2003; words & music by +scott chernoff, as stolen from the inscription on the statue of +liberty: *give me your tired your poor your huddled masses yearning +to breathe the wretched refuse of your teeming shore send these the +homeless tempest-tossed to me i lift my lamp beside the golden +door*. + +Saint Christopher's blues. the locusts are in the jimson Shit Creek +is on the rise and you're out wrecking eternity this town looks +like a prison in September's crimson sky when i should be loving +you perfectly you're such a pretty little mess with your Saint +Christopher blues and that doomed little look in your eye the weight +of the world rests all upon your tiny shoes but June why are you +so terrified give me the locust and the flood i'm a Fool for Love +but i'm kneeling in Shit Creek tonight. + +thierry: upright & electric bass; flüffy: marching drum; kate: +violin; jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; bruce: drums; +gramble: scrap metal; scott: electric guitar & vocals. words & music +by scott chernoff. + +sign of judgment. yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes +sign of judgment time ain't long i don't like old Satan none of his +tempting charms cheats you at your Jesus now and roll you in his +arms yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment +time ain't long i don't like old Satan nothing he say or do tell +one lie to hurt us all and two to make it true yes sign of judgment +yes sign of judgment yes sign of judgment time ain't long. + +norsola: cello; jennifer: voice; efrim: electric guitar & harmonium; +js: upright bass; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. +words & music by kid prince moore (traditional). + +Lynn Canyon wedding song. well i never cared very much for the west +except for you there who i loved the best now please take me back +east i wrote your name in silver and green where Love and Hate Play +with Fate and History now please take me back east oh please take +me back east we came to the Canyon across the calm and the wild +from Mountain to Mountain and Island to aisle i came for Abel you +came for Cain and we danced on the tables between the cradle and +the grave and i never cared very much for the west but i will be +there in my Sunday best if you will wear your red wedding dress +then please take me back east oh please take me back east. + +flüffy: saw; jennifer: voice; moya: piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola +& saw; js: upright bass & voice; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. +words & music by scott chernoff. + +coda. instrumental. + +flüffy: metal heating duct; michel: banjo; dog & voice drone recorded +by julian evans on video tape at Lynn Canyon 2002; mixed by scott +& harris newman in montréal 2003. + +You Can't Win. you with your railroad bones and you with your +golden-spiked skin you with the wind in your clothes and your hat +like a house caving in oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win +oh man You Can't Win when the Angel of Light is at the window with +the Sanctimonious Kid when you're down and out from Sacramento on +the New York City skids oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win +oh man You Can't Win when the East River is groaning all below the +Williamsburg Bridge when airplanes are exploding in the skyline's +falling limbs oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You +Can't Win when the Swans are at your throat with their busted burning +wings when they squeal and scream and moan at every last ship that +comes in oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't Win oh man You Can't +Win. + +flüffy: chor; norsola: choir; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitars +& Crumar organ; sam: oud; bruce: drums & marimba; dmc: choir; +gramble: scrap metal & choir; efrim: electric guitar & choir; js: +choir; thalia: choir; scott: electric & acoustic guitars, vocals. +words & music by scott chernoff, on the road from sacramento to +nyc. september 11 2001, while reading jack black's 1926 hobo memoir +*You Can't Win* and listening to the music of michael gira.. + +trouble in mind. trouble in mind i'm blue but i won't be blue all +the way you know that sun is gonna shine on me someday i'm gonna +lay my head on some lonesome railroad line and let that big +motherfucking engine nullify my mind trouble in mind i'm blue but +i won't be blue all the way you know that sun is gonna shine on me +someday. + +jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars; chris: electric guitar; +scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music traditional, as +learned from a 1960s recording by sam lightnin' hopkins. + +las niñas. instrumental. + +andrew mayrs recorded his baby daughter illimani crying while banging +on a piano in kitsilano, vancouver 2003; screaming children recorded +by scott at rue roy, montréal 2003. mixed by scott & harris newman +in montréal 2003. + +Miss Peach's Pawnshop. i bought this cross on the island of St. +Thomas because i wanted jesus on my chest i got this tattoo in New +Orleans and this one in the Orient for my honeymoon and i got this +scar somewhere far far away i was drunk as hell and i tried to walk +home and my hands were broken and i found this prayer in the back +of a magazine i know it's ripped but it came like this it came like +this i bought this song at Miss Peach's Pawn with this old overcoat +and a gold-plated wristwatch and i found this prayer in the back +of a magazine i know it's ripped but it came like this it came like +this it came like this it came like this. + +norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; moya: electric guitar, +piano & Crumar organ; dmc: viola; js: upright bass; scott: acoustic +guitar & vocals. words by hilary peach & scott chernoff; music by +scott chernoff. this is a bastard adaptation of peach's poem *Tattoo* +from her album, *Poems Only Dogs Can Hear*. + +buffaloed at Wounded Knee/the weeping winds. instrumental. (for +l.p. & a.i.m. and a pox on mean-spirited sons of bitches everywhere). + +flüffy: saws; dmc: saws. + +no love lost. good-bye old friend it's time to go this is the end +of all that we know when you worship in the house of burden i worship +in the house of blame as you learn to let your spirit burn i yearn +to be a flame to be a flame and there's no love no love lost as +there is the righteous there is the wrong and there is the night +which is betrayed by the dawn and there's no love no love lost as +there is the sinner there is the god and there is the singer profaned +by the song and there's no love no love lost there's no love no +love lost. + +thierry: electric bass; flüffy: bowed piano & saws; jennifer: voice; +moya: piano; michel: banjo; thalia: voice; scott: acoustic guitar, +bowed piano & vocals. words & music by scott chernoff. + +songs from the basement. there's a song for hatred and a song for +love a song for betrayal and a song for trust there's a song for +what's fated a song for dumb luck a song for what's sacred and one +for what's fucked there's a song which is prayed a song which is +cussed these songs from the basement which play unto us. + +norsola: cello; kate: violin; jennifer: voice; sam: electric guitars; +bruce: marimba & cymbals; dmc: viola; efrim: harmonium; garfield +lamb: knife; scott: acoustic guitar & vocals. words & music by scott +chernoff. mixed by howard bilerman at the hotel... ...after the +storm had all blown by... + +recorded by howard bilerman, efrim & scott at mom & pop sounds in +the hotel2tango, mile end, montréal 2003. except where noted, +everything was mixed by howard bilerman & molasses at MixArt in +notre-dame-de-grace, montréal 2003. mastered by harris newman in +little italy, montréal 2003 & 2004. all songs c&p SOCAN 2004, except +*sign of judgment* & *trouble in mind* which are in the public +domain. hilary peach's poem *Tattoo*, which inspired *Miss Peach's +Pawnshop*, is c&p hilary peach 2003. all music arranged by molasses, +design and hand-lettering by slgc ink. in tokyo. photography by dmc +& norsola. layout by slgc ink. with assistance by sean o'hara. all +love to those who helped: sohara & gary at alien8 recordings; howard +bilerman; cada del popolo; don & ian at constellation; eric craven; +julian evans; michael feuerstack; aidan girt; lea grahovac; taras +grescoe; garfield lamb; tim mahony; andrew mayrs, vally mendoza & +illimani mendoza-mayrs; boris & nicolas at MixArt; harris newman, +*who is never wrong*; hilary peach; sugar & smokey; and all the +cars and dogs... xoxo... |