FFR-007

In 2005 I met a homeless crack and LSD-affected schizophrenic named Frank. My middle-aged friend Bob roomed with him for a month. Frank used to have bouts where demons would attack him. Frank's screams and threats to the evil beings were quite loud and aggressive. It got quite loud sometimes, and we all would have to leave him alone for fear he would mistake us for a demon.

In Frank's lighter moments he would ramble to himself while pacing the room and postulate metaphysically to the wall or to his safer, friendlier imaginaries. One of my favorites amongst the sayings Frank would make has always been "making babies out of empty soda cans...". To me it sounded like pure poetry; alchemy in the corporate age. And as I contemplated the deep possibilities of what Frank might have meant, I compared the metaphor to how "low-fi" and "outsider artists" were able to make magical enchantments out of trash cans and beat up instruments- or how the swig of a beer might turn a vagrant into a charming fellow. And of course the inference of Alchemy and the Great Work was there; with its' maxim of solve et coagula being a point of guidance to the creation of a philosopher's stone- that holy mystery of mysteries, capable of turning iron, lead, or even feces(!) into pure gold.

My babies presented in this collection were composed from the period of 2005-2007 and recorded in my dormitory bedroom at Wesleyan in the Spring of 2007. For over a month of journeying towards the end of the night in my hermetic monastery at C3C, with Evan and the other Devin. While they were off drinking or playing video games, I would guzzle coffee, puff cigarettes and record the takes that became this album. Every day's dawning I would go through the ritual of listening back, mixing down, and wondering what would become...of me, of my friends, of my world, and my future.

I hope you enjoy.

Devin Drew Connelly plays all instruments