iamrichking

The cactus
a desert flower
that was all I could offer
daisies wouldn’t bloom in those parts
we gave it our best aim
we grew into giants
residing under the conditional ceilings of man’s love
a long walk home
you east
me southwest
up hill
from the meridian
an audit from the heavens
I suppose
as unsound as wild malamutes on your trail seething by your ankles
keep walking
dust will dissolve in your iris
there will be howling
though not from the wolves
the
brash
harsh
existence
we
must
now
face.
Mourn.
It will heal us.
we
have
come
of
age
Dancing the piercing tune of adulthood

-Rich

Popped by the manufacturer to check on the new batch. Learned a bit about the conversion process. The grooves on the vinyl lacquer are quite sensitive, and there’s a great importance for them not to touch or it could derail, thus causing the record to skip. We reduced 38.3 hertz from the lows. There’s no real proof of sonic superiority of the vinyl medium compared to digital, though I prefer it, but not for a fallacious technical appeal. Much warmer after re-mastering. Cheers Steve!