Raleigh 1996. Autumn. I had moved before senior year of high school and with it fell into various crews each with their own mixtapes and they battled sounds in the night. Ahh, maybe not, but can you see that as short film? Well. Somewhere early in I met Tom Homolya who passed this cassette onto me. This tape holds dual meanings as both introduction to friend and, once ownership of sounds are gained and new adventures forged in accordance with - as soundtrack to the alienated youth. I suppose it has obtained a third as of now becoming instant time travel passageway / temporal distorter. I'll always hold this one close - to those memories of being new in town, again, and of being older and not sure about what to do next in my life. Bad times, sure, but they were real and true, and who doesn't or didn't struggle with those. The Struggling. Combat boots on ground with army jacket loafing after school in park on cold day aimless, foolish, with all feelings so recent and familiar and new. Listen. Transport to time with frustration over pending adulthood. Anger spiraling like a drunk fly. Available HERE.
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