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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
the greatest jam
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I was in a pseudo band called Dutch Rub. We did nothing but practice and make shitty 4 track recordings. One day in a rehearsal space above a gay bar, the singer/guitarist/genius wanted to show us a new song. So i just turned on the Tascam and let him go. What was captured on that dirty cassette may be the sonic equivalent of the Shroud of Turin. Below is a link to that artifact. Prepare for epiphany.
Frankenstein's Lament
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