Goran started knocking down walls in his house. We all rejoiced, yea, verily and merrily. And then, lo - magically - born of post-litigation, pre-barbecue madness - a jam happened.
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Rob, Goran and I have been jamming more often as of late, getting back into a regular routine, gaining momentum as we explore the possibilities of experimental, live electro-acoustic hybridized improvisations. As the rust comes off, there’s some pretty cool stuff underneath.
When we arrived at the studio, eager to say hi, we offered our hands in customary greeting. Why did people turn away? Why did they run? Did our alcohol chaser not mask our grease-laden shame?
Thank you, come again, tabarnak.
