The Obsidian Turtle Governs the North
Broadcasting from somewhere between the bells of a temple and the heat of a night market.
James A. Reeves
Naoshima Notes
I believe the function of art is to create a situation where language falls apart.
The Red Curtain
A tribute to David Lynch that roves through the ruins of vintage ballads and slow noir.
Tokyo Notes
Landed in Tokyo. I do not know the day of the week or why it’s still dark outside.
Saccharine
Hell can be described in a thousand ways, but heaven remains impossible to grasp.
Return to Death Prom
Where the reverb is heavy and the souls are haunted.
A Walk in London
A delightful collage of me walking through London three years ago.
Figure With Meat
The ambiguity forces us to supply our own nightmares.
Slow Vessels
As an antidote to these chaotic subzero days, I’m returning to my spiritual practice of slowing my favorite songs down to a crawl.
Strange Shapes in the Night
Dedicated to the great American tradition of speaking to the heavens through candy-colored mountains, car-wreck calendars, and junkyard rockets.
Naming the Snow
“God is an experience,” an old man said as he reached for another cookie.
Holy Ruins
Some wobbly loops from T. Rex and Roxy Music, plus a static-ridden visitation from Nancy Sinatra and other moments of holy imperfection.