Something about this tape just...centers me. The sounds fade into the background and then creep back into the conscious - two womyn from another time, recording themselves percussing, feeling and capturing a series of moments. Immortalizing them for unknown future listening. Creating soundtracks for bay window breakfasts in times and places unknown to them then....but morning soundtracks absolutely appreciated by us in this indescribable now. A tape as a conversation piece is still more than worthwhile. A tape as a soundtrack to a perfect morning is something else entirely.
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