Passage by dead lizard grin
Indian Summer: long shadows, one last warm day beneath the trees. In a hillside cemetery overlooking the city, on my back, a picnic blanket on the grass -- I'm intermittently dozing.
Birds sing, traffic swells and falls like distant waves, airliners moan across the azure empyrean. Colleen is nearby, reading. My glasses are cast aside, and through hazy-lazy eyelids I watch the sky until the sun dips low and the hour grows chill.
It was time for departure.
Tracklist
| 1. | Passage | 16:20 |
Credits
Self-limiting to one instrument, I cut single-note loops of varying lengths and allowed them to interact with one another, continually relating in different ways. On the synth I occasionally interacted live with the results as they were happening.
| Prophet-5 | photography | design |
Created by Terry Skaggs October 2019
License
CC BY-SA 3.0. See the Creative Commons website for details.
I grew up in the Midwest of America. I've lived in the remote Manu'a Islands in the South Pacific and Southern California.
My youth was experienced through the sonic lens of '70s European electronic music, the ambient sounds of Eno, and the darker side of '80s new wave, post punk, and new romantic.
Today, I create the soundtrack for my life; an accompaniment for the existence that I've known.
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