Jack Spelman creates blurry lines boxing in outdoor memorabilia. The ridges are spotted wonders, so beautiful that you almost want to jump the cliff so you can explore the waters below. A full sound, yet quiet in its ability to rest there in the background, painting the pictures for your silhouettes to build a life in. This is the kind of sound made for an old vinyl piece you swoop up in an abandon box in the back of a thrifty spot. The dust is welcomed, now the spotlight for its remnants to build again. This music gets me exploring my writing, which I love. Thanks Jack, pure brilliant experimentations beaming in the shadows. Not much info on this project, like a link to a cassette or to dl the sounds. Stream for now folks.