Staying within the theme of posting things that aren't relevant to the usual fare on this blog, here are four albums from an artist I have absolutely no fucking idea how to pronounce. Basically, it's the project of some dude named Sean out of Berkley, California that plays spaced out, folky, psychedelic, and generally just weird music. Pretty soothing shit. Also, he only releases his material on cassette tapes.
Attend closely, dear reader, lest a tendril of another's shadow impede your view. You have stumbled into my internet basement. I have really stupid taste in music and I post whatever I want. The format of this blog is none of your business. It's really become more of a stream of conciousness type affair over the years, so you're just going to have to deal with it I'm afraid.
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