foreign lands. imagined smells. half here. half gone. mirrored. timeless shifting color. in a forest clearing, taken by a new shape.
we’ve been playing shows for years, often making new songs for each show. they tend to vanish shortly after as we resume building machines and creating ceramics and tending plants. recording is hard.
these collected recordings are chance captures while preparing for approaching events across various geographies— los angeles, san francisco, nyc, azores, minneapolis— yet solidly grounded in our mountain surroundings— wind, leaves, birdsong, stars.
thank you for listening.