Fifty minutes of crackle and drift inspired by a recurring dream of sliver drones floating through empty streets searching for perps. A dusty Roy Orbison ballad plays from an old radio in an alley but the machines can’t find it. The title of this mixtape comes from something I saw spray-painted among the American ruins of Two Guns, a ghost town along old Route 66. These songs are dedicated to places like that.
Two pitched-down dub 45s that meander through a field of mid-century blues and ballads, paired with big sheets of reverb, vinyl crackle, and five variations on the idea of a blue moon.
Love among the ruins. A dusty Roy Orbison ballad plays from an old radio in an alley but the machines can’t find it.
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A man believed his only chance at justice was to take a hostage and march him downtown. An idealistic dancer packed the theater yet the city cast her out. A search for their ghosts continues beneath the city.
You’ve seen her before. She’s the old woman with her eyes closed on the bus, the one who sits alone on a bench for hours. At night she listens to the exhausted air conditioners that sound like the sea, tuning in to the city’s static like an old radio show.
The Former Desk of the First Office of the Bureau of Manufactured History was unveiled at a ceremony on the third of May and continues to appear in unexpected locations throughout Indianapolis.