*Coming in a hand made & screen printed box* Hey, did I ever tell you about that time when things are going ok. When the music is never over, and stars are crushing down on you. Since I was little, I come to this music store every chance I got. I sneak in through the alley. I still make this trip a lot. Some weeks ago, during a trip, they played this “A Mistake by Mistakes” cassette tape compilation, out on that enigmatic Berlin, Neukölln based label Kashual Plastik. Sick folk-not-folk-modern-folk-for-theee-folks music. Edgy. Instantly attractive. Making moments, that briefly make you overcome the atrocities of our time. Emo sharing style. Dreaming fab. Drifting in make-believe. Walking down alleys of mind.

It features contemporary psychedelia, folk in acoustic beauty, flickering tape effects, Roger Corman-ish score suspense, loop magic, minimal wave, gamelan tribalism, lo-fi-indie, trip hop, field recordings, Woodsist voodoo, piano crescendos, instrumental guitar visions. Sliding, Gliding. Lots of individuals humming, spoken wording, singing. Melodies in constant change. Melodies for the strange. Twenty-two hallucinations, created by citizens like TRJJ, Beau Wanzer, Wormhook, Orion Music Workshop, Esse Pi Enne, Gil Shani, Drop Zone, Gajek or Who Cares?. Their music got me down on my knees and I couldn’t focus on anything. Later that day I rented a hotel room somewhere. I live here since a while. I wear a watch now, out of habit not because I need it. By mistake, some oddly mistakes, gave me plenty of time. I don’t know, what you might feel about this. I make this trip a lot. It gives me some kind of care. That’s all I wanted to share.