night, music, and ethers.

just as we were about to go down to the restaurant to play, our somewhere-down-the-hill neighbors began singing and playing some sort of formal group music.  Ari, who’d been on the patio practicing with the upright in the crepuscular light, decided to play along.  From the my room, I heard the consonance and grabbed the camera.  the rest… is history.

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About aabaraki

forged from the four corners of brooklyn... The Aa, the Ba, the Ra, and the Ki combine to wreck havoc on your aural impulses... Men want to be them, women want to be with them, and nothing can satiate them... reduction. stutter. funk. reducing the music to its bare essentials, deconstructing each facet, till it is but a dull and throbbing shell of its former self. they are aabaraki.
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