I am marooned. I am entombed.

I've lost my way - somewhere between the dusk and the crack of day.

(answering machine noises)

Machinery & Musings

I never saw this Nintendo cartridge before, and why are backwards-talking voices coming from it?

There was no direct route through the wasteland that was once a thriving settlement. Traversing the terrain required utilizing those places where the road still remained navigable and plenty of improvisation where the routes of yesteryear had…

Tongue Drum

Cajon

Vocals, me and my dog Oreo, plus some SFX.

Slide Whistle, Tambourine, Shaker, and Guiro