music, writing, and artwork of Amos Fisher.
whatever you find in it, provided you search, that’s what this is about.
The writing is equal parts philosophical essay, patchwork quilt treasure map of mind, self mockery, food critique, and steam of consciousness; nodding to Hegel, Ferlinghetti, Tom Robbins, Chuang Tse, and Kurt Cobain. The music sounds like a Hermann Hesse novel set as a rock opera by Brian Wilson, Jeff Buckley, and Tool. I’m calling it anti-chamber music. And the artwork…god knows what’s going on in there; you figure it out. this one’s not mine, but it is of me:
and yes, i said *steam* of consciousness.