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FC Split

by Fred Cracklin

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Enimapod "I played this for a friend, and Ornette Coleman's ghost showed up and asked if we saw his ligature. He eventually gave up & taped the reed on, and played us a bunch of nice spicy notes.

10/10, don't forget to play jazz in a haunted house again."

Is nice. Favorite track: Left In The Lurch.
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I hope that my voice is heard as a wisp of flame in an otherwise colorless universe of unseen wilderness To describe my vision fractured voices crying out to be seen emerging like paintings in a world where only shadows occur but without their bodies Yet, given color and form interchangeably from this flame itself And yet it would seem, however they are only ever in their process of breaking hanging, as if it were or lolling from mouths these frames, my own desires greediness or gateways, tongues And there can be no transgression Transhumance awaits the eyes of the immortal like its flesh, a vista of death whom it has failed completely elsewhere in the suddenly-torn realm of the eternal ————————————————————— I am rolling out the mountains tears down the cracks how I smolder in a pit of leaves Mirror crying and the cracking of wood devise a way between these worlds this malleable tongues with no real handle whereon the horizon of my own alarm you are sky shedding light on the earth where the canal and dense fog surround the glass of many mirrors like a pumice on azure, words lightly aching the incandescent shadow has returned to the bane of spring and insists on the swollen hearts of strangers to turn tale till a flurry of snow has caught my eye and is pierced, and is fled and you look on me no more


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"Left In The Lurch"

Recorded at NCMC in Northampton, MA
April 18-20, 2019
Engineered by Skyler Lloyd
Mixed & Mastered by Anni Casella / Shape Mastering

Adam Bosse - Guitars
Max Goldstein - Drums, Keys

Eliot Cardinaux - Poetry & Voice
Dan McLeod - Musical Saw
Andy Allen - Baritone Saxophone
Greg Nahabedian - Accordion
Rubin Hohlbein - Trumpet

Album art by Adam


released March 19, 2021


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Fred Cracklin Northampton, Massachusetts

spastic heavy jazz experimental duo

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