Neu auf Birdsong
1998-2001 were intensive years in the attic.
A lot of music was created using anything that could produce sounds that could produce interest.
This inspiration-full period of time left it’s mark in the shape of a lot of material recorded using my devoted four tracker.
Now, a few years later, eventually some of this material found it’s way to become one piece of an instrumental album, which is this one.

the monkey is not singing.
Actually nobody sings this time.
It’s all just a bunch of insrumental emotions.
A collection of small musical paintings.
Perhaps i spoke too much about an album that was just trying to escape words?

to cati
south 2nd
earth said johnny
two way blues
a dream
crappy seven
dogs and bat
map kurum
a cucumber tsory
the plastic adventure