The sun sets, the wind dies, the surf subsides to an ebb and flow of wavelets across the sand.
Un-guitar-like guitar music. This is music that poured out of me as if from some other place. I listen back and think, "This is me?"
This is one of those experimental films where nothing very much seems to happen (or does it?) and it's left to the viewer to impart meaning to it (or is it?).
This is my first album, made in 1989 using conversation and music recorded at a weekend gathering of college friends, both edited excerpts and as seeds for a number of compositions.
If viewers of last Saturday's Emerald City Music Night were disappointed by the audio quality, here's a "board mix" of my performance.