Draping adjunct wires over couch cushions while the meter ticks outside. Patch cables brightly parlaying a seat into a backdrop of later use. The meter spins. Quarters and quarter-notes. Dressing in our Sunday best for a Monday show. Brow sweat and cigarette smoke cling in the air while someone talks to you about this strange music they heard in a dream. Then, that music presents itself. Chimes and rings panning and spanning, lobbing up sweet serves and diametric future visions. Cuddly stuffed animals with glowing sockets. Home spun electronics ruminating like radiator hiss and warmth. The speakers speaking truth. Home show as hyperbaric chamber.
ssaliva is here, playing around and playing LOUD, ready to make minds liquefy with reef05.
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