. . . a flickering series of blurry images in the late of the evening . . . cement dust settling gently on a frozen breeze . . . frozen waves trapped in ice lining the banks of the silent lake . . .
. . . ‘field reports from the western lands’, the album, is officially now in a finished master state . . . sixteen pieces gathered into four movements, totalling almost an hour of new materials . . . [transmission fades] . . .
. . . a hissing and buzzing through the tubes and valves . . . after eight long years of production, i am currently exporting the stems to the final song for my ‘new album’ . . . to be handed to the only person i would ever trust to mix my work, the masterful Christoph Lofi . . . and how i have to hail my long-suffering brother Nimrod Saarpreme, co-conspirator on this epic journey . . . not to mention the almighty Strizi and Anette Records . . . the end of an era, and the beginning of a new epoch . . . transmission continues shortly . . .