It's hard to believe that these recordings were done 3-3.5 years ago. There's nothing like a sunny day spent with friends crammed into cars driving out of the great city to a small airport on long island with power toys, recording equipment, pedals, and a full pack of lucky strikes. (idlewild mk1 and idlewild mk0).
Nor is there anything quite like spending a brilliant winter solstice night under the brightest full moon in decades in NYC's Murray Hill neighborhood with a beautiful friend, a minidisc recorder, a full pack of lucky strikes, and an urge to whistle. (tuscany court ih'ladriel). Garbage trucks and energy, followed by a night of drinking and a hyper day of shopping. I miss the East sometimes.