the return of the our very lives are being compressed series, ahoy!
as with previous parts of the series, something quite unexpected happened when every thought and action was placed into the smallest dynamic space - on, off, red, green - the compressed life; when we try to resurrect the soft amid the deafening din, things go awry. lame poetics aside, the source material of this excerpt is not a uke through numerous pedals, amps and blown speakers, but a comedy routine by a member of the Second City troupe, recorded without permission because bored hands are the devil's playthings. sadly, then, this is 'ukulele free, but amplified? oh, mercy!
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Beyootiful.
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