CD's done died. And you can only fit 77 minutes of music on 'em anyways.
This here is a badass custom-made Mr. Kite USB - with ALL 80 MINUTES of the album on it.
After many hilarious failed attempts working with factory designers, I learnt 3D modelling myself literally specifically to create this object. And I have not used the software since.
It took an absurd amount of effort and back-and-forths with production to bring this magical item into reality.
It's quite embarrassing, but 'concept' - to - 'physical product in my hand' was an 18 month process.
Do I regret it? Hell'naw, I really love these dudes.
Could I have used my time as a human being on earth more efficiently? Mmmmyes, probably.
Now it's up to you to make it worthwhile!
Go ahead and get one before USBs done die too.
~
The USB includes:
-Ultra HQ versions of the songs. (So you can listen to the exact same full quality files that I heard the first time I heard it!)
-MP3s
-Lyric PDFs with hyperlinked explainer notes that take you on a learning journey through all the things I was putting in my mind for the 7 years that I was working on the recordings.
-A secret folder with a secret message (The full $25AUD is worth it just for this).
+ An immediate download of the pre-release tracks,
& a digital download of the album when it drops.
The show goes on.
At 5 o’clock Mayae appears,
Quietly conjured, up from the floor.
Oh, I've hungered for your..
Touch and go, and grow on your own.
Such a bad idea.
Layer by layer I take Her.
Window sigh 30 hours later.
(Her eight faces)
‘Oh, what went wrong? This can’t be right.’
We wonder how, knowing why.
Mayae, She's lost.
What's left to love?
Oh my God, She lost
The will to love love.
And learnt how to flirt with thin air.
Appears in the aisle; row 17, F.
Audience can't understand,
“It’s not possible!”
Oh, but they found you.
And we lost you.
(You disappeared)
Come out to play, the mirror shines.
Thy fairest form, the light.
Mienai.
Grande finale at 5:20 sharp.
It's late, No delay.
Handcuffed, padlocked, boxed in a cage,
In a coffin; concrete grave in the sky.
(I can't love you)
We have the sun, but She still hides.
(“Get the fuck out of my life.”)
Gomenasai.
Oh, I let you go,
So you let go, let go.
credits
from A Collection of Mr. Kite's Open Mind,
track released March 28, 2019
Vocals: Mimi Gilbert
Backup vocals: Holly Martin, Tim Ferson.
Instruments, production: Tim Ferson.
Mixing: Nat Love
Mastering: Greg Calbi
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