Friday, April 20, 2007
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.