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Hey @Rubin Farr you might be interested some of the episodes of the Sense of Place podcast. Covers a few topics similar to your threads like this, and zines... focus is on place and space, and interview lead. 

Ep 14: Hauntology: Nostalgia, disquiet & lost futures ft. Bob Fischer
https://www.senseofplacepod.com/podcast/episode/4a2e6cab/ep-14-hauntology-nostalgia-disquiet-and-lost-futures-ft-bob-fischer

Ep 19: Zines with a sense of place ft. Kieran Cutting, Christian Kitson, Richard
https://www.senseofplacepod.com/podcast/episode/4872dce6/ep-19-zines-with-a-sense-of-place-ft-kieran-cutting-christian-kitson-richard-daniels-and-simon-moreton

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This is how my dream world should sound.. - Carlo Giustini
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, looking outside the window and noticing that something has actually changed. The world is still there, it sleeps but it is present, mocking you constantly and slowly showing itself .
Anyway now something seems to cover reality with a thin layer of bright glue, an ambiguous material that hides the features of things and that unfolds the world under a different, bright light.
You walk, this concrete is soft, the walls of the houses are covered with morbid, viscous, beautiful materia.
This world speaks to you, it tells you a different story. You could stay here forever and forget an imposed, harsh past. In this new vision, however, the past coexists, it lives and it embraces you, forever wrapped in a flaming rodeo loop. A giant puppet show put up by family and friends.
“Colla” is a metaphor, a hope for a different dimension, where thought generates tangible content without too much effort.
The streets of Sant’Angelo are now populated by salt cats, pink powder, brass concerts, acousmatic voices without a source.
The toxic dust of my city is now fog that melts eternally and will never return.
This album was recorded with precarious instruments:
a hissing behringer mixer
a partially burnt Korg Poly 800
An old Taya tape deck
The cheapest guitar pedals
A philips microcassette recorder
All of this to obtain a completely imperfect, fragile sound, muffled and worn.
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5 hours ago, Rubin Farr said:

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There was almost going to be a 156 interview in a snarerush zine a few years back but it didn't quite come together. It ended up as a review of this release and a sort of mini interview with some email quotes 

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