Feed me the brutal truth with a vegetable base and a mirepoix. The crack of a home-run. The pipes are frozen. We won't have heat for the rest of the season. Pile the wood in the center of the den. We'll sleep by the fire, our bodies on top of each other. I won't be voting this election. Neither will most of the population. No matter how tiny it is, it is yours.
Guitar, artwork & production by Nora the Janitor. The photograph was shot in Bismarck, ND in 2011.
Equipment used includes: Strymon BigSky Multidimensional Reverb, Strymon Deco Tape Saturation & Doubletracker, Strymon El Capistan dTape Echo, Red Panda Particle (Granular Delay & Pitch Shifting), EarthQuaker Devices Arpanoid Polyphonic Pitch Arpeggiator, DigiTech Luxe, Moog Minifooger MF Delay, American Fender Stratocaster, Yamaha MT120S Four-Track Cassette Recorder, Avid Pro Tools 10.
Recorded at Midwest Biolabs.
This is CS024.
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