More improvisational mania from the Pacific Northwest. This mysterious tape arrive in my mail slot with no note, no background, no information whatsoever....just sound housed in a crude, handmade cover. The sounds are as curious as the delivery method; spaced out, minimal, monotonous creations that seem to go nowhere. But they just keep going as if, perhaps, they've already arrived. You will find just over 30 minutes of sound on this cassette - I do not know if it is available for (or even meant for) public consumption, but I don't think most visitors here consider themselves to be members of or contributors to any kind of "normal" society so....so consume these sounds. They are meant for you.