B R E A K N'

Dearest tired trails family,

a happy happy spring to ya'll!

life has thrown some amazing sidewinders our
way lately & to make a long story real short, our
dubber died, we are without residence
& everything is in boxes. that being said,
we are unable to fulfill orders or keep putting out
tapes at this time.

thanks for your continued support & understanding.
we hope to continue this journey at some point if
the universe so desires it of us. until then, be well &
for goodness sake be good to each other.

j & the ttc

next up

cough cough-if i could ever live here, it would be now c28

If i could (tape edit mix) by cough cough by mettamind


problems that fix themselves-problems family band c28

problems that fix themselves (tape edit mix) by mettamind

a not so slumbery summer, break

once again we are away from
the tired trails desk & won't be
here to send orders or
get new releases out until the fall,
thus we have taken the 'shop' off the
site until we return. when we return
we will be offering some massive sale
events to get out all the great tunes we have
found around while doing spring
cleaning & such. we might even have
a few releases to excite ya'll with
before we close up shop for good. we will
do our best at replying to emails but don't
plan on being around much computer action
either.

all orders have been sent out. love
continues to be sent out from our hearts.
thanks for your continued support & understanding.

in metta

ttc 028 endometrium cuntplow

tired trails collective 028
endometrium cuntplow-blooming at the speed of light
tape: c28



some wicked sound exposures here. timeless trips
like flickering inside of light rays,
flowers of static leaning towards sun strokes.
small bubbling bubbles bursting through the layers
of ice in the winter's rivers, igniting fires all
along the edges. an array of colors leaving tracers
in your wavering vision, appearing then disappearing,
hiding in thoughts so deep you didn't know they
existed until now. at times we are at a slow pace,
hearing the wind whistle & the night emerge.
other times we are flying fast across atmospheres,
feeling incredible force, bursting at our seamless
boundaries. here we are, our eyes being flooded
with sentience, our bodies with strange vibrations,
our minds with fading visions...
we merge with the molecules speeding up & exploding.
we ride our brain waves like hope until they decay
& fry & scatter. there is something strangely
scientific in these noisy sound explorations.
light filled compositions showing the beauty of
conversion, innovation & transformation.

all art printed on recycled paper. comes with art,
handwritten insert & a unique black n white found photo.
all put into mindfully made recycled packages.
limited edition of 28. paypal buttons to right.
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A1: Molecules Seep In Through Tiny Holes In My Eyes
B1: Thermospheric Transit
B2: Eating Photosynthesis
B3: Blooming In Light Speed
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blooming at the speed of light (tape edit mix) by endometrium cuntplow by mettamind

Hear more amazingness at his Bandcamp & Soundcloud page

next on tired trails

coming up :: endometrium cuntplow :: blooming at the speed of light c28

a real nice set of super sonic noise sounds from a real nice chap. if you haven't seen him making sounds with the metal chair you are in for quite a ride! check out the video below.




& a surprise tape from a surprise guest. bee ready friends.

let us send our prayers to japan, spend eleven moments in silence,
send your light & love to all those affected & afflicted.
be mindful, we are all one.
xx

the diamond family archive

tired trails collective 027
the diamond family archive-the death of kung fu
tape: c47



laurence collyer makes music under the name
the diamond family archive. he's a traveling folksy
from the uk, playing captivating live shows with a fierce
freak style that get the whole town talking. everything
i've heard from him i've fallen in love with- over & over.
here collyer has created a refreshing & imaginative album,
effortlessly utilizing the banjo, guitar, piano, drums, sounds
of the sea, rain & beyond. the bulk of these recordings came
together in an old sail loft on the day david carradine, the 70's
actor, died. 'the death of kung fu' tells it's own dynamic story
of a dreamer & his death. like snapshots of a day in the life,
this album consists of 15 shorter tracks all displaying their charm
within three minutes. then two longer tracks wrap up the set,
shadowing the end of the day when everything unwinds & replays
in your head. one brilliantly constructed instrumental flowing
into the next, each track unlocks the door to an archive of sound &
spirit. 'spring pt 1a' for instance opens with the hum & buzz of night
planes in the distance-the acoustic guitar unravels its notes lazily,
gracefully, cymbals crash, the electricity of one guitar rings & echoes
off towards the horizon behind the scenes a bit- you can feel the world
waking up to this, the pride of growing green again, the cycle returning
to bloom. 'dead swan' is a dreamy drift of a closer composed of muted
guitar flickers, xylophone tinkers & a small wave of feedback. the bold
bird is pulled to the water's edge where it lies down happily & breathes
its last broad breath.

if you enjoyed the dfa's album "one to twenty" (Electronic Musik),
which you can hear & download for free HERE, you're going to
love this melodic masterpiece. vinyl (on dinosaur club) is next for
laurence, & of course he's keeping up with his touring. word on
the trails- he's working on coming over to the states!
stay tuned here & to his website HERE.
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full color wrap around art & insert printed on recycled paper.
mindfully made recycled cases. limited edition of 44.
$6/8. near/far. (less with more-see paypal options).

These Hands for Clapping by the Diamond Family Archive from tired trails on Vimeo.

death of kung fu sample by the diamond family archive by mettamind

siddhi

tired trails collective 026
siddhi-straying fingers
tape: c47



siddhi is the italian duo of delfo and elena. siddhi translates
to perfection or attainment, in some circles it means power.
& we are blessed here with the force of some wonderfully
comforting creepers- five irresistible tracks pulling us closer
& closer to the source of all sound & silence. in the opener hare,
a leisurely acoustic guitar unfolds from a forest of strangely
scraped strings echoing off the large hidden rocks of refuge.
here we are coasting along in the following track golden fields,
flecks of notes flickering amidst droned currents, then all of the
sudden the guitar breaks through all your thought-forms & thistles
& reveals its wildness. fast string by string strumming, going
dazedly between unhinged and refined, this is where the real wandering
begins. harmonics ring and sing and hum beneath it all, the only sign
of their path - slightly bent grasses. red deer tangles you in its
protruding branches. you may feel yourself tossing & tumbling
along the forest floor, head slightly spun making everything glisten,
flickering in sunlight, how gold you must feel red deer, how gold.
in the side b opener loom, little drip drops of echoed notes plunk
down at kindly intervals, trance like & warm. distant voices from
beyond cast their reverbed nets towards the figure appearing just
over the hill. nestled in between the low whistles of the wind blowing
through abandoned caves, the guitar sings it own song of solitude in
rebirth. note after note turn in the great wheel, sparkle like the great
sun then echo off into the great unknown. a gong reverberates midway
through, reminding us that the moment of awakening is now.
in any rendition of the word, 'straying fingers' is siddhi.

hand drawn cover art & photo art insert by delfo. hand drawn tape
info insert & design by jess. all printed on recycled paper. tape comes
in mindfully made recycled felt cases. limited edition of 42.
$6/$8. near/far. (less with more)
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A1 : Hare
A2 : Golden Fields
A3 : Red Deer
B1 : Loom
B2 : Rebirth
total time - 39:57
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Golden fields [edit] by Siddhi by mettamind

SIDDHI website

NEXT

coming soon to a tape player near you: we have two brilliant albums from the diamond family archive [the death of kung fu] & siddhi [straying fingers]. we've yet to offer sounds this damn organically stunning. both artists are offering up their first ever tape releases too.

summer break

Howdy Folks.

just wanted to let all of ya'll know
we took all but two paypal/order buttons
off the blog until we return from summer
splendoring.
and we only have a few left on us of those
two tapes before we go on summer break.
in a week or so there will be no buttons
at all as we will be unable to send
anything from the road. we're happy to take
orders but please understand they won't be
shipped until mid-late august.
we'd be happy to put something aside until we
come back as well, just send over a request.

when we come back to the music fold we will
have some beautiful offerings from some amazing
folks. sounds to reflect & celebrate another
turn in the seasons.

please feel free to email us with questions,
holds, demos, positive affirmations & blessings,
we're always happy to hear from ya'll. thanks for
your understanding & support.

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

take it easy & be good to one another,
all our love,
j + the tired trails

Odawas

tired trails collective 025
Odawas-Mind of Christ
tape: c35


oh the magic of odawas. sweet somethings melting on the tip of your tongue in the warmth of sister sun. we could not be more thrilled for this set of sounds.

the first/title track on this here album was made as a soundtrack for Neil Blakemore's short video "Kill Yr TV." the soundtrack & the movie were both selected to appear at Cannes this year. 'mind of christ' is one heck of a 14 minute monster too, so brilliantly composed & formulated, exposing light on the horizon to rise towards. it reminds me a bit of the 'personal best' soundtrack, the way it ends with this great glorified slow motion feel to it. in fact, the whole album feels very epic & grand much like the wonder of their previous album, 'the blue depths.' each section of sound rises up from void & surprises you, then disappears back into the nothingness leaving traces and spaces to set your self in & be delivered by. warm chords sparkle in star light, slight feedback rings in its absence, circulating & encompassing you, leading you into the seaside cave where other worldly creatures sprawl the walls. synths skip like stones across a wild sea, brilliantly reflecting the sun in their skips. 'mariner's hymn' opens with little drops and drags of ocean water drip dripping behind long strokes of fading synths - sort of like being hugged by the sea, slowly drifting from wave to wave. you can see only a reflection of the land you are progressing towards. and then, suddenly it hits you, you will never reach another shore. the sirens are calling you back to the middle of the ocean, back to your death, your end. and you surrender without hesitation, knowing that was always your fate, your destiny. 'transmission from a martian pyramid' is the chorus of the stars. shiny buoyant synths rain angelic mist upon you. you are sent to the middle of the lotus flame where you shake off your dust & shine like the crazy diamond that you are. ascension is inevitable.

see through prism tapes come with full color art & insert
printed on recycled paper & are housed in recycled felt.
all tapes dubbed real time. everything is put together mindfully
& with joy. limited edition of 63. $6 w/in us [less w/ more-check
paypal options on right].

Mind of christ [edit] by Odawas by mettamind



http://odawas.net

tiredtrails(at)gmail(.)com

Endless Endless Endless

tired trails collective 023
Endless Endless Endless-On Growth and Form
tape: c30

the duo of endless endless endless have captured our attention
with their outer worldly jams. no doubt these two can take us
there within a half a minute of their blossoming sounds. they sit
& shine until your third eye opens with a pop. if you've never heard
of synth mantras here is your chance. side a is the preamble
to the drifting. . .the tape opens with 'weight,' a heavy & layered
piece of blanket getting shredded apart by tiny bits of dust. the
particles spread their wings across it & pull each thread separate
to form something entirely new. the sounds form their own static
& put pressure on your sternum, forcing the breath to morph into
its own unique beast. 'headed' bounces in with a spring in its step,
silvery synths zinging around your cranium. a freak little head trip
& a great one. 'groan' utilizes whispers and sssss sounds to bring you
home to the groan. eee form a bottomless pit of space sounds & bounce
you around there for a while. lots of lovely layers getting tangled in
the free zone. side B: 'heat' hides your face for a while & replaces it with
a gentle beat & some gentle explosions, rising tides brought up to the
surface then sunk again in the most brilliant of lights. then it all fades
into the pondering feedback of 'never know me.' sounds unravel in a
fireworks kind of display, some tones bounce & some slither sideways,
some frolic in the foreground, some delight in the dark. electric guitar
shimmers happily while their voices sail the sea draft home. one take
improvisations from the source. what more could you ask for?

black tapes come with full color art [by eee] printed on recycled paper
& come housed in recycled felt. all tapes are dubbed real time.
everything is put together mindfully & with joy. limited edition of 50,
distros will have some soon. $6. [less with more-paypal to right]

A1: weight A2: headed A3: groan
B1: heat B2: never know me

B1 Heat by Endless Endless Endless by mettamind

www.endlessendlessendless.com

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

next up

coming in May:
we have some wicked one take improv chorals from
ENDLESS ENDLESS ENDLESS [on growth & form].
ODAWAS [mind of christ] takes us to the sea side &
shines our crazy diamonds. both on tape. both
worth ten thousand plays in succession. word.

http://www.endlessendlessendless.com/
http://odawas.net/

look out!!!

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after the after: the diamond family archive, siddhi, joseph mcnulty, nonhorse ++

ttc 021 Stone Baby

ttc 021: Stone Baby-Leap into the Void and Drift c28



the fourth installment of stone baby's
unofficial tribute series to modernism,
these two tracks will send you into that
great wide nothing for tea, cakes & total
abandonment.

part one: leap into the void.
when you first decide to leap, to jump from
such a high level you feel an incredible rush
of energy fill your body. then a bit of panic
sets in, the storm clouds emerge green eyed
& ready to strike, fear is your friend you tell
yourself. for a split moment, when you actually
let your body go, you are sure you can fly, that
you won't drop at all onto that pavement. but you
do drop, quicker than you can fathom & soon you
are face to face with the ground. as you start to
lose consciousness, sounds may appear louder than
their actual level. they will collide with each other,
form giant shapes in your brain & then drop out completely.
welcome to the void.

part two: ...and drift.
if you had to choose a cloud to drift on, this would
be the one to deliver all your hopes & dreams on
when the time came. these tremolo-ed feedback
drones will sail you on a stoned ship to the middle
of your mind & melt you there. follow the cosmic
patterns, the daydreams of a lunatic, the call &
response of that one lone voice - bouncing off the
rocky echo chamber of madness. it's a place where
you'll put it all together - those pieces of your life
you thought never fit, it's a place you'll call home
one day without hesitation.
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black tapes come with two full color wrap around art
parts & an insert, which all slips into a
recycled felt case & is put together mindfully.
limited edition of 38. $6/$8 world. [less with more]

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

(paypal buttons on right side of page)



Listen to a sample Here

ttc 022 Sunken Landscapes

ttc 022 Sunken Landscapes-Transparent Sea c60


sunken landscapes shows his true shape
shifting self with this amazing set of sounds.
we've got some definite floating in space/water
vibes & the a whole set of other sci-fi sounds
to make your heart go pitter patter in that oh
so special way. 'Into the Ocean' shoots synth stars
deep into coral caves where all our warped vibrations
gather & bang around. some of the jumpy tones slow,
some slither and some move in a fast forward motion.
kinda like being shoved into the belly of the whale
by moonlight. 'take the ride' offers you a trip on
through a deserted underwater space station with the
echoes of alien ghosts & broken robotic voices crumbling
all around you. in the 'artificial age' nothing is bound.
you will get bounced around between stars and fishes &
shot with soft synth bullets on your way out. 'tracers,'
the thirty minute stairs to your spacecraft, grows up &
around you like sea-weed until it reaches your head & sinks
you in its stardust. the buzzing guitar unfolds & crashes
in it's wild ways then morphs into a fluttering comet.
add some sampled sounds rewinding into oblivion & you're
all set for take off. all super trippy & twilight zone
like & unlike anything in your tape collection.
time for 3-D glasses & a massive shift of consciousness.
can you feel it ?

see through tapes come with full color
wrap around art (by jess) & an insert (by andy),
all slipped into a recycled felt case & put
together with mindfulness. limited edition of 38.

$6/$8 world. [less with more]




Listen to a sample Here or Here

ttc 024 Kevin Greenspon-an endless distance c20

ttc 024 kevin greenspon - an endless distance c20

an endless distance is a re-issue of an incredible set of tunes
originally released on cd by our good friend Kevin G. & we
just couldn't let this one go without putting it onto, you guessed
it, cassette. i've had a blast dubbing these too cause the sounds
fit so perfectly into my late afternoons & evenings, Greenspon's
guitar swimming in & out of these amber waves of distortion so
perfectly i can't help but be swallowed whole by them. City Breezes
opens up the tape with these righteous slightly tremeloed currents
rolling up & down the backstreets in tangled patterns & poses.
these captivating sounds tell a story so intensely you half expect a
holographic image to appear like a headlight from the tape player
out onto your floor space or something. what you end up seeing
is a reflection of the story, a memory of what the sounds mimic.
found sounds get tangled in the static - slams, crashes, footsteps -
the image becomes like a dying television floating in & of focus.
your sailing on the lights of the city like a snowflake. they're flashing
in tune with your heart beat & you can feel the city life bubbling
beneath you about to catch fire. a gentle rush sliding you over like
that first bite of candied apple at the state fair. definitely for fans
of pink desert, xiphiidae and getting lost in those long hazy crazy
nights of san fran.

$6 / 8 . paypal button on right side of page. lmt. ed. of 24.
Listen at tired trails or greenspon



Kevin is currently on tour ! check out the dates at HIS SITE !!
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REVIEWS,ETC:

Microphone Memory Emotion
Nopaininpop

Monks of the Balhill & Enfer Boreal split

tired trails collective 020


could not be happier with our twenty-th
release here. throwing out some real psych
wizardry we have: the monks of the balhill
with the first four treks/tracks &
enfer boreal finishes the disc with three
holy hummers. check it out:

after stellar releases on labels like peasant magik
& housecraft, the two monks bless us with four killer
jams from the highest altitude of psychedelia mountain.
you're going to want to come out of your cave for this
one, these tracks are painstakingly perfect. 'according'
begins with the tangling of guitars, some plucked notes
scatter, some build their wave like wall in the distance.
dirt & distortion swell & crumble, like thunder from
the day before & you glide on this until you realize the
sounds have sped up & they are swirling around your head
like giant lightening bugs. a catchy tripped out loop
fades into the sounds of the night temple in 'akthala'.
small crescendos take you for a ride on the midnight
ohm wave train. the monks let their voices swim in the
clouded quilt of reverb haze in 'black head' - a track
that will sink you completely into its slightly delayed
drift & let you daydream there unhindered. 'lotus flutters'
grows into what sounds like a funeral march coming down
the mountains, the wind whipping around their mantras like
lost lotus petals and death.
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the buzz has also been a blurring around enfer boreal
after some ridiculously beautiful releases on stunned
& digitalis & with his three offerings here it is so
easy to see why. 'deep again' & 'solal' consist of
that dense dizzy drone we can't help but get lost in.
all thick & tasty like french texas toast, this is
some serious mysterious temple madness drenched in
a head full of static & frenzy. 'deep again' twists
you slowly in its obscured guitar marches. 'solal' is
where sun rays collide with the windy channels of
solace, imagine a field of burning bells-a breeze
blowing smeared sounds across the universe. 'tired inca'
has this real nice voice loop skipping through
distortion like a pebble headed for the middle of
the lake on a real rainy day. it's dark and melodic
and dreamy as hell & you'll want to put it on repeat
all night long. whatever they are smoking in france,
let's get them to share. this is some total ef'n transcendence.

disk comes in recycled cd sleeve.
little booklet containing really cool photos
taken by one of the mighty monks, words of advice
for young lovers, a one of a kind individually
made sticker & other radness comes with.

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to order paypal buttons on right side of page. email us
if need or desire be: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com
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1: according different meanings :: monks of balhill
2: akthala monastery
3: black head with no horse
4: lotus flutters in my hand
5: deep again :: enfer boreal
6: solal
7: tired inca

time - 53:23

LISTEN :: MONKS & BOREAL & TIREDTRAILS
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NEXT UP :: a righteous re-issue of "an endless distance"
by the one & only bridgetown boss Kevin Greenspon, put
to tape like all our favorite sounds should be.
after that: stone baby's tribute to modernism,
sunken landscapes uncovers the artificial age. beee ready!

Prince Rama needs our help !

this has happened to so many good bands lately,
please offer what you can to these amazing
people/musicians! (the following is a re-post from them)
******
++ALL OUR EQUIPMENT HAS BEEN STOLEN++

friends,
sad news--
our van was broken into today in philly
and ALL our equipment and merchandise has been stolen.
it is looking as though we may have to
cancel the rest of our US tour.

we are trying to be as proactive as possible
about pursuing all possible solutions // ways of trying to
re-coop some of our losses,
and are accepting any ideas // suggestions
about where to go from here, as we can't
play any more shows until we can get some of this back.

If any one has any used equipment you'd like
to donate or sell to us cheaply, we are definitely in need of any
guitars, amps, pedals, synths, keyboards, drums... you name it.

also,
we were thinking of maybe organizing
a few benefit shows, so anyone who might
be interested in playing, by all means contact us
and we'd love to work something out.

at any rate, we set up a donations fund,
so if you feel moved to donate anything, even a buck,
ANYTHING would help at this point.

https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=9046552

lastly,
we are so grateful to everyone that has been
so kind to us on tour... its been truly amazing so far,
and we just feel really thankful to all of you for
sharing such love and inspiration with us.
THAT CANNOT BE STOLEN.

peace,
taraka, nimai, michael
aka
Prince Rama of Ayodhya

(copy & past the paypal button to donate)

THANKS YA'LL.

buttons

howdy ya'll. happy Fall!
hope this finds you enjoying
the turning of leaves, a cool brisk breeze
& some apple cider.

the Paypal buttons are
back up & running. please notice the options
on the drop down menus & choose the appropriate
choice. if you buy more than one item you
get a discount - except on the Horse Gives
Birth to Fly tape because they are too heavy
to discount the shipping.

if you have questions, comments or anything
remotely interesting or uninteresting
to say please email us:

tiredtrails(at)gmail(duh)com

please also keep in mind that many of these
releases are running really low, so if you've
been putting off buying, jump on that.

thanks most kindly for your continuing support.
peace

five news

we're back with 5 nuu releases! super stoked
we are about them too! be sure to check them
out & email us to order.

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

we going to try to have the paypal buttons
back up there too. for now send us a shout.
we're happy to make deals & all that.

we've got some more amazingness on the way
no doubt, from artists like stone baby,
lasers from atlantis, sunken landscapes,
cough cough, monks of the balhill,
enfer boreal, siddhi & some sassy surprises
too. psych is life. peace out.

ttc 019 Zack Kouns - Peter Denied Our Lord

Kouns has quite a varied & vast discography
filled with challenging creations that tend to
float in a religious stream a soot. & you get
the freak feeling when listening to him that he's
privy to a world you don't know about. Kouns sounds
like no one in your black book or record collection.
he's got his own way of telling the story & makes no
apologies about it. his voice gets tangled in between
speech & a solemn soaring swoon. & boy can he belt it
when called for.

"Peter denied Our Lord" consists of 10 tracks
about the various stages and types of denial.
Recorded in the woods at night- crickets, rain &
background hiss take the shape of instruments
in this epic tale of communion and refusal.
here Kouns favors the bluesy one note strum
lines & minimal accompaniment. dark downer
fucked folk vibes stirring in the branches -
often no chorus, no refrain - just storytelling
in full effect. past/current releases on bum tapes,
owness, clinical archives & others. soon to
have a cult like following to take over the world
with. deny and repent.

cdr comes in recycled packaging w/ various inserts.
front/back art by Kouns. edition of 22. $7 ppd us/
+ ship for world.

cdr : time: 34:47

LISTEN: KOUNS or TTC

to ORDER EMAIL US HERE: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

*more pics to come.