Hundreds miles of silence are hundred miles of silence.
If you’d ask me where I was
I would tell you, I don’t know
In a stone, in god’s ear
in robe’s hole, on the edge of the page
Well, we have been carrying on bikes this viola, electronic piano, a huge mic and an apogy soundcard – finally they got used.. We are all in sounds
Sweaty greetings to all who will be reading this. It is the hottest part of the year in Thailand.
Now we are packing our studio in our bike bags and are heading to a monastery to lock ourselves in for some time..
c a n d y c a c t u s 