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One day as Michael and I sat watching the early morning fog roll down the street in front of my SF Flat, we began discussing old man Alzheimer, and thinking about what must have been left in his garage. Memories un accounted for.
This is the story of that morning, and Alzie's garage. Circa 1984.
A play in 3 parts. 1 for each ear, and something for the middle.
This is a long piece, about 15 mins I think. It starts out with some flutes, then drifts into some guitar, e bow and percussion. It's a story, so you have to have a little time to sit through the whole thing.
This is the story of that morning, and Alzie's garage. Circa 1984.
A play in 3 parts. 1 for each ear, and something for the middle.
This is a long piece, about 15 mins I think. It starts out with some flutes, then drifts into some guitar, e bow and percussion. It's a story, so you have to have a little time to sit through the whole thing.
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watching the ocean from my perch up in this tree, or meditating in a smoke filled room. Either way, I'm enjoying the imagery. I'm digging these recordings from decades past, Blaine.