Wax

One of those days.

Thursday night.

Love Darling Farah. John Roberts vibe.

Still pretty special after 7 years.

I am increasingly observing that economic, political and societal developments are marked by a sort of decay. Occasionally, it seems as though what we consider reality is nothing but a Potemkin village. Ecologically, things are quickly deteriorating, but no one seems to care particularly. Personally, as I get older, I, too, am subjected to processes of decay and have started dealing with them. Musically, this idea of things sounding out is extremely interesting and plays an important role in my work.

Tuesday afternoon.

Saturday night.

Dial Night on Saturday. Usually high expectations result in shitty nights, let’s hope this one will prove me wrong.

Northern beauty.