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Album Art: MH VEGA

Welcome to the cybergnostic market of love—how do you wish to transfer your affection symbols? It is the mechanic forces of romance that drive and buttress the modular containers  of power. There is a certain libidinal fossil fuel that keeps the madness afloat. Do you hear that? If you listen close, you can make out some of the voices along love’s Hollywood-rendered river of hades that deltas into the 4D recordable hell of passion narrative reservoir:

“Haven’t you heard you could be good go for me. I have the taste for danger. I looked into your eyes and my world came tumbling down... I’m gonna be more than a woman. I don’t think you’re ready for this thing. If I had the chance, I’d never let you go.” (Bubble sounds)

“What it’s gonna be? Hold me tight and don’t let me go…”

(Digital piano, etc)

“I woke up this morning with this feeling... I decided I’d hide it from myself. I don’t know what I’m up against.”

(Parties indeterminate, often multiple speakers but sometimes just one, lots of drama and trauma)

“What is this thing called love? I’m quite sure about what’s going down but I’m feeling hunky-dory about this thing that I found. Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it?”

Do it, do it, do it.

(Compulsory non-fulfillment)

“I remember when I met you, I was drinking an espresso. I had my Mac, and you had your Mac, and you were reading J Crew. And I was such a big J Crew person then... Catalogs! Because especially, you don’t have to deal with people as much, you can just talk on the phone. Or not.”

You came home at three, I get a notion from the look in your eyes, etc.”

Pre-show photo shoot before Dark Star concert.  Photography by Richard Stewart Perkins

Coat by Alison Johnson

Wat Phrathat

Doi Suthep

LNWD in THLND