Harmattan is a soundtrack of epic revolt against beginnings and ends, drill trapped and re-released into release from communication into lush, unbounded share. An album extends through stops and starts some non - beginning. Then you play it again and the line turns, playing restlessness in circle time, can’t sit still in torque and serial, round, round, and still in the blur of taking it from the sleeve and putting it on the table. Then you behold what you’re about to hear as you behold what you’re about to hear as the world turns in the square.
Non -Thesis + Channel Aka = synthetic map and choir.
Klein, the discomposer and multiple instrument has been preformed in New York, Shanghai, Sydney, South Africa, Tokyo ,London, being the base they off, is an intersection their visitation moves, all roads leading there and bending there
- an homage to us.
- Earth turns on square in how we sound when we march on the city, from all up in the city, like a West African season – brass, organ, harmonica, broke brocade and sand. -- Fred Moten
Harmattan is a soundtrack of epic revolt against beginnings and ends, drill trapped and re-released into release from communication into lush, unbounded share. An album extends through stops and starts some non - beginning. Then you play it again and the line turns, playing restlessness in circle time, can’t sit still in torque and serial, round, round, and still in the blur of taking it from the sleeve and putting it on the table. Then you behold what you’re about to hear as you behold what you’re about to hear as the world turns in the square.
Non -Thesis + Channel Aka = synthetic map and choir.
Klein, the discomposer and multiple instrument has been preformed in New York, Shanghai, Sydney, South Africa, Tokyo ,London, being the base they off, is an intersection their visitation moves, all roads leading there and bending there
- an homage to us.
- Earth turns on square in how we sound when we march on the city, from all up in the city, like a West African season – brass, organ, harmonica, broke brocade and sand. -- Fred Moten