The universe will remain unchanged. To a certain degree.

We’ve all been starring in our very own Quentin Quarantino movie these days and although we've been given the same script, it's mostly an improvisational performance. Some have been post apocalyptic nightmares while others, astonishingly, have been sleepers, even rom coms. So much is dependent upon where you live in this world; what country; what neighborhood; what mountain; what kind of shack; what kind of mansion not to mention what brand of stardust you're made of.

My version began in a spacious concrete loft, art studio/gallery from the 60’s, on an island on the Mississippi River in Minneapolis just under the giant, evocative and iconic neon "Grain Belt Beer" sign, the one that keeps on flashing and flickering its way through a killer virus, economic and environmental collapse and the rumblings of the pressure cooker of social unrest with all the ingredients of false prophets, racism, homophobia, unchecked capitalism, fear and absolute stupidity, all packed inside. It has let out some steam but hasn't truly exploded. Yet.

Anyway, the hammer came down hard and fast and I was locked down on my own, more or less, a couple day’s drive away from my lover, our cottage, my guitars and my piano on a wannabe mountain just over the Golden Gate Bridge. After my friend loaned me his old Tascam 008 digital recorder, a cheap mic, a Klos carbon fiber backpacker guitar and a cajon box drum, I began kicking around chords, throwing out ideas, writing words and recording ghosts. What came out the other side is the EP “3 Songs...and a Whole Lotta Trouble”. I've added some piano and a few parts here and there after finally making it home but they've mostly stayed true to their humble beginnings. They are somewhat topographic in nature but not completely. Trying to get our selves home is the major theme for us all in this bizarre movie script. Whether that means physically or metaphysically is up to the actor but I'm placing my chips on the metaphysical.

As the great Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”

all the best...Archer

Buried Transmissions was recorded back in May 2010 in Minneapolis at Terrarium Studios