" Download release from a couple months ago. Still rules though. Got a tape in the works with this here fella. ” ”0brillos RyeBon is Desmond formerly of Surfer Sam. It starts like you just leveled up your mage and are heading to the Aerbs Mountains. Then after you fight this Hell Wyrm or something, this moogle won’t shut up no matter how many times you press X to get through the text. Afterwards, you search for treasure in the Ice Cavern and chill at a hotel in Alexandria after a long day of looting. Hella tight. Hella recommended.”
Follow the progression of one of nature’s most powerful and mysterious phenomena: the summer thunderstorm. You’ll hear the hush before the storm; the distant thunder and wails of wolves and loons as the storm begins and builds; the booming and crackling of the storm at its peak intensity; and the waning fury of the dying storm, as clouds blow over and peepers sing in chorus.
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When: Monday, June 18th Where: VOMA :: 307 Chestnut Street :: Johnstown, Pa 15906 Time: 6:00 pm Cost: $5 :: BYOB if you are 21+
:: We will begin this night promptly at 6:00pm, Living Room Visions members Anna Hershberger and Scott Vinosky will be displaying an interactive exhibit entitled ‘VISION_01’ at this show. We ask that everyone come around 6 o’clock to enjoy it together, the more of us there are, the more fun it will be. The installation will be built right next to the upstairs stage and the music will begin with installation as a component of the show. NYKDLN with special guests Kevin Horvath, Alan Horvath and Derek Gresh, will open the show, followed by the touring acts Lost Trail and Arte Povera, Brandon Locher will close the show with a brand new set, the first since his hiatus in NYC.
I recently came into possession of a cassette tape entitled VHS Vision, by Cosmic Sound. This neat little limited edition C30 came by way of the ever amazing West Virginia-based Crash Symbols label. I’ll admit, until recently I was not familiar with Stephen Farris. But then, I’m not entirely sure I can even locate Texas on a map. Strange as that may be, it’s not nearly as odd as the feelings and emotions this album is capable of generating. All nine tracks on Cosmic Sound feel like memories of past events. Memories of things I haven’t even experienced. Malkovich, Malkovich? Like hazy mid to late nineties rave parties in abandoned warehouses. Or perhaps it’s the morning after one of these social functions. Whatever’s rolling is slowing down. A storm has passed; but the rumbles of thunder can still be heard way off in the distance, accompanied by intermittent heat lightening. Or is it just this green glow stick flickering out. How did that get here? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. All I know is, these circuit bending Casios will provide gentle accompaniment for the FBI warning at the beginning of the VHS tape I’m about to watch. Be kind. Please rewind.