The night where I was born
It seems strikes are on the way
There are moments of colour, from the tree branches dressed by their association with undisciplined patterns, sliding over antique rains.
That’s the game of seduction.
The night where I was born, I’m enjoying a sandwich and a coke
Is it music or the acoustic phenomenon?
Where there is a main astroport, and the most difficult of mathematical problems in the fields of musique concrete and bits of equipment with I, the presence of the composer, and mosquitoes in the heat…
So in order not to muddle, dedicated to experimentations in a craftsman of the trap, something of a common thread, the cult and the manipulation of – more in a playful spirit than with – several elements remaining throughout…
I was born
– Scott Sandwich