I'm Not Mine
A humble 4-track album made in the depths of New York City apartment, IāM NOT MINE features metal spring harps, megaphone crunches, face massagers, traditional instruments (trumpet, viola, e. guitar, clarinet), synth, and the voice of yours truly.
Music made in the spur of the moment following my body-knowledge in the time of a raging pandemic. Its hideousness is exactly what I needed and I hope as a listener, you yield to its web of decay. You wouldn't rot here; too soon would you be ravaged by your old selves. Pour us all a drink, would you?