Pataphor - Memoir

Whenever Brad and I go on walks these days, we pass a strange shape in the street. It nearly blends in with the asphalt. But if you stop, and look closely, and observe the way the shadows fall from its flattened form, you realize that it is a big frog.



One leg is splayed out while the other follows the parallel of its spine. It looks like it is dancing without moving, dancing in 2 dimensions.



There is something so quiet about standing in the middle of the empty street, the sun beating down mercilessly, baking your skin, the wind disturbing the conservative trees, and the rest of life moving on, rotating with the planet in cold space. And here is the dead frog, flat as a piece of paper, so quiet and so crushing.



Violet c20 tapes hidden inside books with an obi strip cover and insert. Limited edition of 20. This tape is now sold out.

Zachary James Watkins - Country Western

Inspired by the orange and grey sands of the Pecos River, Zachary James Watkins floats us down to the rich estuary of his mind. From the first quiet tones of "I", the river trickles over the soil, creating a mesmerizing sea of gently warped shapes. Warm and cold, bright and dull, the tenderness of power - we can see nothing but this undulating horizon. Undeceived by its apparent timidity, we can see its strength in the sun sparks off the water and can't help but follow it down through the canyons and curves of the haunted Southwest.



Primer-gray Brad Paks with pink and copper wire attached (not safe around children!). Bright orange c43s with bright orange labels and a pink insert. Limited edition of 20. This tape is now sold out.

Lightshow "Station"

Into the silver ship, into acid trips in suburban Tulsa, Oklahoma. Flying across the empty cold blackness of space, the ship hums and vibrates. Like a tongue across teeth with a mile in between. Like the smooth thighs of a trembling rabbit. Like the groove of the key to the dust mote attic with its purple shadows and monsters that don't move except when your eyes are closed. But the attic is Io, with Jupiter looming. It is the ice and the gas of this lonely spot in space. There is something here, something life-like. You blur, split, hold your ears against the sound, oh, what is that sound?! What a belly of the whale! What an antenna of the mantis! What a difference a few light years makes in the empty black cavern of space.







Red tinted c42s in red plastic cases with a geometric design on red vellum covers and a small light source. These pictures really don't do it justice. Each one is slightly different; limited edition of 23. This tape is sold out. Please contact Boa Melody Bar if you would still like one.

Dust Dive Flash - Closing Night Party of the Native American Film & Video Festival, New York City

Dust Dive Flash is warm, gentle, wavering in and out of structure, playing tug-of-war, pointing out the shapes in the clouds, there is a monster coming, run, run, look back, is it coming?

Eating sushi in the city at midnight. I've walked those lines before and I'll walk them again before I'm done. If my heart burst, would you be there to catch me? If my heart burst, I'd fall to my knees. This sad violin shows just how thin skin is. It could be pulled too taut, could break, could show every vein in blue and red like strange rivers in a field of flesh. This trembling piano is letting out all the ghosts, all the sad and lonely souls who's graves no one visits anymore. But the triumphant guitar just pulls it back, pulls it back from the edge, shows these lost souls tenderness. Strong and steady, the percussion keeps this train moving; don't look back, it's all in the past now. If you look ahead, you'll see the lights of the next town on the horizon. You'll see the night turning into dawn. You'll see hair turning into the dog, you'll see water turning into wine. Just in time. You won't regret this.










Yellow c36 with painted teal labels with tear-drop shapes cut out, nestled inside a white Bradpack with tear-drop shapes cut out of the edges. Two inserts - one yellow, one teal, both loose. Abstract orange and yellow block-printed on top. Each one is slightly different; limited edition of 42. $6 in the U.S.; $8 anywhere else in the world. To order, email eden at digitalisindustries dot com.