the eleven hour conspiracy  (cdr from cripple ninja productions)
this twenty-eight minute cdr is apparently the end result of eleven hours of recording, performed by three people and witnessed by three others, although no last names or contact addresses are given so it could really be a big conspiracy. contained within the twenty-eight minutes is some weird improvised musical noisiness/noisical messiness that i doubt could be generated anywhere besides lansdale pa. the players are chris, morgan and mark, two of which i am familiar with (morgan is the force behind street pole skinner and mark is the juggernaut propelling glass of juice, math and the how to sleep project) and the third i can only guess about (maybe chris is in inkling? maybe some other lansdale-area group? perhaps he is sitting cross-legged in an underground bunker with no corners and is guiding my typing fingers by means of mental telepathy or astral projection?). in any case, this cd has some weird stuff on it. quiet little moments that catch the ear disguised as music and make you turn up the stereo to catch them dissolve into sirens and distorted singing shaking the floor and vibrating through your guttiwuts. "superfly". i listened to this with my grandmother and recorded her responses to it on audio tape, after she had read the sheet detailing the parameters of the experiment. she interpreted the quiet bits as the players catching up on some sleep (i didn't want to turn it up too loud since i knew what was coming, so she might've missed the details). here is the final exchange, after i made her sit through the whole thing, completely verbatim:
me: "so what did you like about it?"
her: "i liked the variety.... i liked, um... i liked the-the-the, melody part, in the background... there was, uh, there was a good variety, both in, uh, sound and in volume..
me: "ok. so what didn't you like?"
her: "...there wasn't anything that i really didn't like."
so there you have it, straight from my grandmother's mouth to my tape recorder to my computer to the internet to your eye. good lord, this has to be the silliest review i've ever written.