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"2022 was a shit show. I moved three times. I lived in San Francisco for a sudden moment in time. About eight months to be exact. But I jumped through a wormhole . An atmospheric anomaly that rippled across and through my familial center, taking us into a chaos of cardboard boxes, temporary living spaces, a collapse in our art practices, only to be pulled through the other end of the time warp, re-emerging back where we convened in 2019 in Tucson, Arizona--but now it is 2023 and life has changed…
*2023 stock* All Sounds Performed / Recorded Live By Cecyl RuehlenPerformed At Golden Saguaro / Tucson AZ &The Inner Forest For Consciousness Disintegration : Crater Community Radio / Flagstaff AZ
Recorded Using: Alto Saxophone, Pocket Trumpet, Helium Balloon, Morphogene, Qpas, Mimeophone, Maths, Wogglebug, Freeze, Mod Dwarf, Mouth Buzzer, Bell, JBL powered speakers, Audio Technica Stereo Microphone, Zoom H6 Field Recorder, Zoom H4 Field Recorder, Etc
*2023 stock* "Much of the time creative inspiration hits you in a sudden, explosive burst, and other times it seeps into your senses slowly, through practice, repetition, trial and error, or wandering. But then there are those weird fractures that open up a rift in something, somewhere, that was already in motion. An interruption. A fissure pushing hot air right up into an area you were standing in, and the sound and pressure and heat are too much to ignore and you have to do something about it …
Tip! *2023 stock* "Where Tremble Heart is an album of distances. Distances crossed and uncrossed. Entanglements time-traveled. Embodied and speculated spaces. Letters cast and undone. John and I met in Tucson, Arizona in late summer 2019, and quickly developed a highly collaborative friendship. While we didn’t meet until our late 30s, a humorous and provoking caveat is that John and I spent our early youth in small, farming towns in western Kansas, less than an hour away from each other. Distanc…