in my life a few moments come to mind.
a field recording of found sounds listened to with the windows open on a warm afternoon. early spring. sounds of city, insects, wind melding together. curtains blowing and, inside me, a pervasive half-waking state. gray and bright and warm
or, as twilight darkened and the din of nightlife grew more lush, an open screen door revealing a rickety wooden porch is accompanied by the following album. a mystical moment of two worlds meeting.
midori takada - through the looking glass
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an overflowing tapestry of sounds vaguely reminiscent of traditional folk music, or modernism, or minimalism, or the experimental.