Drifting in and out of consciousness with Spencer Clarke in any of his incarnations
(I love/hate the confusion with Skaters stuff of never being quite sure what anyhing is... picking up the photocopied don't-quite-fit collage sleeves in Second Layer and searching for a title within the grey somewhere, the white cd-rs that are never marked, so mystiqual)
provides the perfect conditions for tiny dream snippets, colourful...
His music reminds me vividly of things that I have never seen and places I have never been to... not in this lifetime, anyway.
