Fly Golden Eagle

Synth Pop for lovers of MGMT and sometimes tender nights

James Wallace

Once, in an abandoned house, I found a tape of Black Gospel music pirated from a station out of Greensboro in 1967. Like a child of the middle class, I wrote down how it felt. Now we’re six or seven together, and loud enough.

Meadow Noise

Strings, tines, tubes, buttons, 120v, mostly fiction.