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The Pith and Root of Sleep

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The aesthetics of negation- a code as it were, created to provide a means of entry into the elite echelons of first, the European aristocracy, and second, its analogous modern day counterpart mirrors in its processes the authoritarian hierarchical power structure it was designed to perpetuate.The African world view -its heightened perception of time and spontaneity- has become in essence our salvation, and has seeped into our collective subconscious. Music and the message it contains are transmitted aurally and are thus, indestructible.Like the ocean’s under-currents true counterpoint can be achieved only through collective and spontaneous creation. With each passing decade our mere proximity to this heightened perception of time has allowed us to delve deeper into our sub-conscious, revealing as a common node (a point of communion so to speak) the crux of our humanity, raw and un-altered, in its pure unfettered innocence. The Red Crepuscular Gravity of Isolation C. Patsy Gay, Matt Kiroff, Laura Swedenborg, Faith Chiang, Adam Sarata, Chris Cannon. Pre-Raphaelite Orbits of Love B. Matt Kiroff, Patsy Gay, George Blake Chris Cannon, Juliana Day, Elizabeth Phelps.

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Member Since: 7/1/2007
Influences: .. Pith and Root Live- performaing Voltage ménage: Dan Wenninger, Matt Kiroff, Faith Chaing, Elizabeth Phelps, Patsy Gay, John Stebal
Sounds Like: IMPLODING CUPCAKE GIRL/Sublimation and dusk, the buckwheat honey dark and subversive/Decrepit the rainbow whippy-fluff and narcoleptic weeds sway barefoot/Pink-noise and aqua the boondocks scuttle crabs oblique/The candied apple lip-gloss of your bovine dreams and neon the rain-drenched/Like night-frogs and chirps the purple plexiglass obelisks of saint/Obfuscate and pinballs ping and bong the whirligig rhetoric of funnel cakes/The mule-faced woman and pinheads dance– of innocence and bears mourn/The electronic bats of sonar elocutions and click– nocturnal, mars-black sublimation/The raw sunrise of hay-bails and back-roads lonely fly/Your swollen features like peach raccoons, and yes, wear this bunny mask!/OPALINE/The brutal apraxia of the unfathomable sun, the blinding white mind-fuck sun/The narcolepsy of the hot dirt burns, blasé the hot wind bleeds/Colorblind and jejune- supine, pale weeds blanched sway and bees/The flagpole knells, the weather sirens wail- a truant olive infests this scarlet ennui/Your boonsfarm-pink eye shadow opalescent in the blinding cerulean blue of heaven/Your bare limbs burnt persimmon sprawled naked on the sun-soaked dashboard of sin/The red formica sings lurid purple in the wide-open windy crepuscular pink of dusk/Translucent jade slabs of icy redemption, in waves envelop your sad, aching soul/Swampdogs snout musty beetles in cattails covert, fireflies in nightjars your deepest languid sleep
Record Label: Unknown Indie
Type of Label: Indie

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