Sleeping on Ceilings


06.21.06 A few years back,  I decided to try and make an album's worth of music by recording only sounds produced by and through guitars and whatever ambient noise a mic'd guitar picked up. You can download Our Winter Year here.

thanks to your oak-tree swing and your dry-leaf yard I sang with the stars that night and fireflies traced truths in flight with stop-motion glyphs. they brought to mind campfire sticks with slow-glowing tips: