Timescale: Volume 2: Hierarchy 3: (Arrival: Minutes, Hours)


Recorded January 19th 2022

Unsupervised music in a basement out of the heliosphere of 2021, in the intergalactic travel of 2022, with 2 morons, several instruments, overripened nostalgia, unfinished unstarted business, and an impending cartographically-cardinally-orthogonal continental diaspora en route to returning to an unretrunablefrom place, the future.

"Let's eat these macaroons in the lobby of the Continental Hotel"
"Where's that?"
"Where the Sun is."

Thank you Curtis for letting us use your beautiful delicate instruments.

- Music for 2 Pianofortes, harpsichord, guitar, basement, and free time..(?)


Words from Thomas:
Knowing your limits is one thing, but it’s another thing to know when to impose limits. A painting is art because of the way it stops light, filtering it to be reflected into the consumer’s eyes. Tristan did just that to my direction-less ideas on this recording. I felt like my ideas weren’t worthwhile. I felt limited by my own ideas. So what Tristan did in that basement in DTLA full of harpsichords was to impose limitations. “This one is gonna be just triads,” or other such mind games.

I had just moved to Boston a few months earlier, and had the clarity to see that the music I made with Tristan is the best I’ve ever made. But not jamming together regularly put a lot of pressure in my mind on my visit to LA to make some cool music. Giving up the hope of leaving LA with a cool recording was the last step to making a cool recording in LA. And here it is. Tristan is playing an 1830 Broadwood piano and I’m playing an 1857 Broadwood.

Special thanks to Curtis Berak for letting us use his instruments, and being so gracious about the low A harpsichord string we broke…



If you buy the album, a beautiful, rough draft of a perfectly rational solution to a planetary crisis will be in your hands.