how British of
small nonsense
her sweets his///bird’n’opiate what’s up – I’ve heard the
sleeper drained the -peach, or what it was she
carried instead of purse speech of /rob the fashion
robbers stoop & red graffitis – yep, there
might be bop brick note to free jazz clouds repeating eating ting
things – bead/rain
clouds on brick spikes///bread
what was the image who was linguistics
was – have you decided for dogs swift the solid drift pass Baker
Street – babe, I’m not a tourist – my paths were there marked
1968 before through
cut screens I
cry
confuse it!
A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.
- Strona główna
- Bandcamp
- SoundCloud
- Säure Adler
- STONED GYPSY WANDERER Vinyl
- SÄURE ADLER Vinyl
- "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" CD
- Fairyport Convent
- Gita Ra
- The Yellow Blackness
- Psychedelic Mayhem
- Bezkwit
- Interview 2024
- A.J. Kaufmann Interview by Dave Bixby
- Interview 2022
- Interview 2021
- Review: A.J. Kaufmann 'Fairyport Convent' - The Sleeping Shaman
- Reviews | Säure Adler - The Quietus
- Adam Majdecki-Janicki
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
"Bird’N’Opiate"
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