Yesterday, it occurred to me I hadn’t fed the crows in a while. But then I forgot, because I’m getting older and between cultural dementia and long covid and wireless rays beaming into my brain all the time… what was I saying? Anyways, this morning, as if we’d reconnected on the astral plane, the crows were up in the tree, hollering at your boy. So I remembered to feed them, throwing a quart of whole roasted unsalted peanuts up on top of the murder shed out front. Then, I got the joy of hearing them caw and bicker and sing their feral songs of fuck itness. Did my heart good.
Anyways, all these 45s at 33 I post are from harvested direct from my record collection, where I carefully select the finest (cheapest but not too scratchy) rhizomes from local music warehouses, and then cultivate them on my intentional organic beat farm. Thus, I ensure only the highest quality slowed down grooves, so you can be sure that I'm not clogging your mind's arteries with artificial fillers and intelligence. I hope you enjoy them. I know I do (and that's the dirtgod promise).
Anyways, all these 45s at 33 I post are from harvested direct from my record collection, where I carefully select the finest (cheapest but not too scratchy) rhizomes from local music warehouses, and then cultivate them on my intentional organic beat farm. Thus, I ensure only the highest quality slowed down grooves, so you can be sure that I'm not clogging your mind's arteries with artificial fillers and intelligence. I hope you enjoy them. I know I do (and that's the dirtgod promise).
