We are childhood friends scattered around the United States who use modern technology to fulfill our musical dreams.
Wandering the planet with a microphone taped to your head while passing by musicians engaged in various acts of creativity.
In this hut where I live as a hermit, as a passing traveler, there is no need to accumulate household possessions. ... But I should not have it though from what I have said that I am devoted to solitude and seek only to hide my traces in the wilderness. Rather, I a m like a sick man weary of people, or someone who is tired of the world.. What is there to say? ... I labor without results, am worn of spirit and wrinkled of brow. Now, when autumn is half over, and every morning and each evening brings changes to the scene, I wonder if that is not what is meant by dwelling in unreality. And here too I end my words. - Matsuo Basho
Diesel Japanese Baby(2010)
Playing for the angels