Forgetfulness
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- I don't make music -
Love these Rinus, juxtaposition between strung mylar and the houses and the neighborhood.
Ha ya, but to juxtapose was not my intention. Here is the story, well part of it, because I canonly vaguely remember how I got the tape; maybe Tim Ruth gave it to me while I was recording and walking around in what was to become his tea house ( in late summer 2001 in Louisville,Ky).
Anyway it is the first tape in my collection on which I saw the process of decaying in full run. When I picked it up I noticed tiny splitters falling on my finger: the magnetic tape!
So, I wanted to make pictures of the result. Luckily I could take advantage of a sunny day and a very bright light. I connected the basf cassette to the washing line and the wind did the rest. The three pictures with loads of clouds in it are by my girlfriend.
Now I am curious what it sounds like, but on the other hand I fear that all the tiny bits that will fall of could ruin the mechanism.