Blog: music (for robots)

Family Band - Hatred. Staring down the barrel of a move on a rainy day, why not throw on some Family Band. It's cold, it's wet, there's a mountain of crap in the room that needs sorting, filing, boxing, tossing, remembering. Each object is given a piece of my time as I try to remember why I had it in the first place, and whose memory it was keeping. The steady stream of holiday traffic on the boulevard outside reminds me that I'm still in Los Angeles, and that I'm just moving upstairs. Not far at all. One flight....

• Family band - Hatred