Earlier this week I had an early start in Santa Clara (for the far-away visitors, that's about 45minutes south of San Francisco, where I live) and I didn't feel like listening to news and/or current events on my drive, even though that's typically my go-to "entertainment" when I drive. I scanned the FM dial past the religious shit and the weird low frequency R&B stations hoping for some public radio drive time avant entertainment and a folk-ish song grabbed me so I hovered...and then I stayed. The DJ was talking about artists I'd never heard of but then he'd mention JOHN FAHEY or PAULINE OLIVEROS between tracks and I figured it was a station I should stick with. I was right....it was good - so good that I kept the digital dial in that same spot for my drive back to SF later that morning. The station? No clue, didn't pay attention. The artists that serenaded me as I drove south towards inescapable corporate drudgery? No clue, didn't pay attention. But while I was listening....I was there, and that was exactly what I needed. Because I wasn't here (which was, to be fair, there when I was listening then). ACCIDENT INSTANTANÉ doesn't sound anything like anything that I heard that day....but I didn't know what to do with ACCIDENT INSTANTANÉ until that moment, shit had just been sitting here waiting for the right day. And on that day, I knew that the right day was this day.
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