Vsls we walked all night under the cover of darkness... in the morning we sought shelter amongst the

When I returned to California for the second year of my MFA in the fall, I was just beginning to connect with the SF noise scene, both as a member of the Pink Canoes (briefly renamed as Noc Spid Aq for our debut show outside of Mills-sponsored events and jaunts to LA for our first of many shows with Gowns) as well as my solo laptop sets, where I’d yet to actually adopt a moniker appropriate for improv and noise scene in the bay – which most would argue was possibly at it’s absolute zenith at around that point. As part of that introduction, I was introduced to Grux, who would go on to become a close friend and collaborator of mine, but at that point was fairly intimidating – though admittedly most things were pretty intimidating. Oh the joys of a sheltered childhood and a conservatory education in the midwest. After arriving in California, it took months to come to terms with the fact that I was actually in the bay, studying contemporary music in a well-known graduate program and all the rest. I don’t want to say that I was shell-shocked, but for a second I even found myself unable to play my instrument – leading to the usual paths of self-discovery and so on that lead to greater awareness of the universe, and so on and so on.