an incantation for ukelele by redd, or kaitlin. recorded on cassette in a disused scalehouse on a rambling farm in the mountains of southern california. the owner of this farm allowed people to live, as long as they needed to, in the many outbuildings, campers and trailers on the property. people stopped in to the scalehouse while we were recording, one man used his thumb to make a hand drum moan like a baby kitten. this is the music of struggle against the modern american life but like any reaction it could not exist apart from its stimulus. these are the things we extract from the places between the modern sacrifices demanded of us.