The album is liquid pop phantasmagoria, straddling the line between melody and landscape, process and intuition. It occupies that liminal moment, when you’ve just woken up and haven’t quite shaken the dream from your eyes, when anything is vaguely possible, when you might “unring a bell"… but then you blink, catch the sun coming through your window, and remember. And you think to yourself: it’s just as well.
This happened about a year ago (maybe a little more), but I just got around to snapping a picture the other day.
The city was building a trolly stop near this abandoned shack. At some point they removed most of the plywood which had been covering up the shack (who knows why) to reveal this amazing sign:
BEATS ME / I’m not talking to you / PORK / Our own seasoning tender & juicy! / NOBODY / is watching the children
I don’t know who is responsible for the sign, or what the circumstances were when this place was in business.
On the other side of the building, the copy continues:
TOO FAST & NO VALUES / (unintelligible) / The color of thoughts / STOP / THE VOWELS / CHEESE PEACE