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Stairway to Onions (audio) . #nirosta #knives #chopping #dicing #stairwaytoheaven #xylophone #timelapse #cooking #liljoysoflife
nirosta replied to your post: SWEET DAMN. PIZZA IS A MAGNET FOR GRUBBY-FINGERED MOOCHERS.
*pecks at your shoe to untie it*
HEY! CUT THAT OUT, YOU OVERGROWN LAWN ORNAMENT. MY BOOTS AIN'T FOR SNACKING. *bends to retie it*
Witness (CLOSED W/ NIROSTA)
The peddler found himself returning once more to the mines of Zone Six. He was beginning to drop in more frequently than he used to,  pushing open the heavy, wooden door that marked his trade route. He ventured inside, eyes taking in the liveliness of the Zone itself as well as the occasional Elsen that inhabited the Zone. It was such a relief to know that not everything was dead.
Engineered by Bob Blank Produced & mixed by Arthur Russell Steven Hall: guitar/keyboard/vocals Arthur Russell: drum programming/cello/vocals Recorded in 1985 Released in 2013 by Hollie Records Produced & mixed by Arthur Russell (he also plays on them) and engineered by Bob Blank in 1985, these three songs were found in Arthurâs archive, and digitally transferred by Audika Records. They were made for Steven Hall solo project for Rough Trade but never released. Here is the story of these lost tracks by Bob Blank âAfter I moved my production and engineering work from my recently sold Blank Tapes to my old farmhouse in Stamford, Connecticut, some of my first guests were Arthur Russell and Steven Hall, who continued their musical journey by bringing their music to my converted home. It was strange to see these denizens of the city in my bucolic setting â the music always had a folkie, country feel to it, but was always edged with the city feelings. I picked them up and dropped them off at the small train station about a mile from the house, and recorded onto either my old Studer A80 24 track analog machine or later into the then state of the art Alesis digital machines. The studios all had windows in them, overlooking the nearby woods and wetlands. Arthur was, as usual, the ringleader who set the mood, always either encouraging or playing. Steven got into âthe zoneâ with sometimes closed eyes and a gentle way with the music; Arthur was the collector of takes and many times after the sessions with Steven I would hear the music go through many permutations as Arthur added ideas and what are now called âbeatsâ to the song fragments and parts laid down. Never satisfied, Arthur would continually run a DAT tape as he worked, capturing hours of attempts to mold the music. Steven was a muse sometimes for Arthur as well, as Steven gave substance to the energy that Arthur put into the music. Steven came with fully formed musical ideas and songs, and easily performed them in the glassed in booth. Mellow but focused, the music came out in whole pieces. My role was always to make the flow happen, with the technology, and the place was dominated by the custom built console I had built from Yamaha digital mixers and monitoring from UREI 813 speakers I had sitting on stands in the attic of my old home. As an engineer, you try to fade into the background and let the musical events take the forefront, but I was always able to add my ideas and feelings to the day, as my sounds, mixes, and comments shaped how everyone heard what they were creating. Arthur and Steven always welcomed my input, even tho from time to time it was tinged with attitude, and I would be satisfied with the result while Arthur would push past that and ask for more. Ultimately Steven and Arthurâs vision would prevail of course and there were many magic moments.â
"Well, you have a plethora of nest making materialsâŠand your chest hair is prominentâŠ"
"Ah... I suppose...? As for my body hair, that is normal. I mean, for a human."
Flash Visit
The Queen reached Zone 6 within minutes, patting down her dress and keeping her head high as she entered the walls. She was here to see its guardian, a steel bird-like creature whom she had not properly met previously. The reason for her visit? She had heard the Zone had a shortage of meat, and what was simply no good.Â
peach tea: Are there any specific muns you like talking too?
oh yes!abattoirprince theworstbadbatterfalsecomposerzonezerodameblanchenirostaletmeaxeyouaquestion levendeurinhabituallemegabadbatter lostpuppeteerprinceoftheflieszone3sugarmaiden toii-wanderercorrupt-purificationmacys-beatin-offcherry-elsenbrokenresetÂ
i think thatâs it!
nirosta interrupted your workflow
What ever this fellow metal beast is, it sure as fuck didn't come through the portal. No... Dedan knows a fellow Guardian when he feels one. There's a certain connection despite never having met them in his life. "IT'S RUDE TO BARGE INTO ANOTHER'S ZONE WITHOUT CONTACTING ITS GUARDIAN FIRST. EXPLAIN YOURSELF." he shrieks from a respectable distance away. This is probably why he felt the urge to go on patrol early.