the Columbia is Lost

Missing out a ride on the scene merry-go-round of hair, skinny jeans and one-upmanship, The Columbia is Lost is a collection of my thoughts about space exploration and social morals gone awry.It’s those feelings of snooping around a charity shop on a sunday morning. Rummaging through that trunk of overpriced black&white photos of someone’s deceased Great-Grandparents. Imagining how it meant something to someone once but how now, its getting your grubby fingerprints all over it.The music is written and recorded at home on my little digital 8-track using any instrument I can lay my hands on. This music attempts to be nothing more than it is and is subject to change as conditions apply.

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