so there he sits in the dub basket, vintage desk overloading, space echo waiting for a waveform from tuff scout to dub. out there by the river amidst the ballardian wastelands producing some beat fascilitating the sons of kemet or roisin murphy, mixing micachu or maybe hes just having a nap. a bag of outboard lies at the back, put down from a last away trip with the matthew herbert live expedition. up on the wall in the vinyl rack lies a track back into pre history, remixes, japan, names, places, styles, beats, bands, cages silence and herzog on herzog all the way back to new york mid 80s making tea for krs-1 and learning a trade.