Prawn State Byways is 80-or-so minutes of sonic apostrophes whose handles drop bars like a bunch of harmonic unicycles trading rookie hyphens out of the back of a boom box in a glade. On a CD. Tony Norris and I set out to make the greatest mix tape ever, having tapes of our hair going back to 5th grade (1981), so that makes 29 years of Tony and me and everyone who was there played backwards, bleeding through drums. Sometimes I don’t know what to listen to late at night … I want to listen to walls turned way up— Raudive voices. Sworn enemies made up almost everything here on the spot … but like I said, it took us 29 years to put some of the rest in one place, and this CD is probably just a place to start. A sound city you’re invited to visit and hang out in for a spell. I made a tape of shortwave radio on the eve of the Gulf War, January 17, 1991, by taping over Tammy’s tape of Allen Ginsberg whose voice I didn’t know yet— “America stop pushing I know what I’m doing” —between John Major softserve woe & “Very superstitious writing on the wall” pulled down from THE VOICE OF AMERICA— then lost it. Where?