beyond_the_grave raze most of the music this man's reputation rests on is here in a bamboo box, with six flat discs encased in sleeves forged from the very same flowering plant. these are his second, third, and fifth attempts at tapping into something pure. the liner_notes reveal the fatigue he tried to conceal from the recording engineer. his early death came as no surprise, though a friend admits each warning_sign was chalked up to something benign. if only we would learn to look for the notes scribbled in the margins of a life logged on staff-speckled paper. then we might see straight into another person's soul. 250522 what's it to you? who go blather from