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

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

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 011 Horse Gives Birth to Fly - Untitled c30

blown off of whatever sphere i thought i
was living on and on to this one. horse gives
birth to fly offers up this massive Live 2nd
album, taking their noisy french psych
to a whole new level. they claim to make
'ritual noise,' but that only brushes the
surface of their sound. these 6 tracks combine
the sounds of an industrial pow-wow-crunchy
metal mantras- with reverb soaked spook.
HGBTF perform their cosmic ceremonies with
stoned hypnotic rhythms, metal scrapes,
shaky eerie singing and radical riffs.
they get into a groove and sink you in
it completely. with influences like volcano
the bear, starving weirdos & acid mothers
temple you'd be moving in the right direction,
but expect this tape to stand on its own in
spite of its nods. this beast will haunt you until
you stand on your head and put it on repeat. so beware
and be happy - this tape is one heavy hit. the kind of
hit that makes the room spin, your eyes sweat and your
heart race. you may want to just let this one blow
your speakers. killer packaging thanks to the band!
black tapes come on metal plates, screwed into place,
all placed in blue oversize envelopes w/ art on front/back.
edition of 30, i only have 20! expected to sell out quickly.
$7ppd w/in states. / $9 world. (these puppies are heavy)

Listen HERE
& HERE

TO ORDER press the paypal button to the
right. for international orders please
email first: tiredtrails (at) gmail.com
thanks!



(HGBTF is offering these up as cdrs also-
please contact them.)

(these tapes have a min of silence on each side
to ponder infinity in, once you return back from
it that is)

(thanks to my boy cakes, who assisted my
poor old mind in finding words to write this-
some of them are in fact his.)

ttc 005: v/a - the field notes that fled- tired trails comp tape uno c105

hello everyone!



->> our comp tape is finally ready to be had!
originally the tape was going to be sold with the zine,
but the zine turned out to be a waaayy bigger
project than expected, so it will be available as
a separate entity.

this tape represents some of our favorite diy sounds from
around the globe. over 21 artists created original tracks
for this tape and we are very excited for everyone to get into
it with us. Side A begins with a full dose of soul fried funk
from the black hole oscillators, who's track has been getting
some indie radio time in cali, yah, its that damn catchy and groovy.
Side B is just as enchanting, with its funky feedback
sidewinder of an opening track from derek rogers.
from the intricate pysch wanderings of etherik to
the lyrical genius shira e. to the entrancing improv guitar of
black eagle child and donato epiro to the buried in noise punk
offerings of sing idog to the heavenly live harmonies of festival,
this tape encompasses the true meaning of a mix-tape.
it isn't about what names you know or don't
know. take a chance & discover something, someone new.
its damn time you did. two hours of freedom sounds.
limited edition of 50. hand-numbered green tapes w/ art
on A side, housed in hand-made recycled paper. camping
photo art on front. comes with a mini-zine
booklet containing artist info, track list, collages & art.
$6 ppd. in states. $8 ppd. world.

Side A:
Black Hole Oscillators, Monks of the Balhill, Black Eagle Child,
Shira e., Bill Baird, FESTIVAL, Etherik, the End Springs,
oh be joyful, Chris Way, Golden Boots, Howl, Pony Bones,
Side B:
Chapels, Rambutan, Ajilvsga, Derek Rogers,
Horse Gives Birth to Fly, Sing idog, Telephone Callers,
Cosmic Mandoliners, Donato Epiro, i am indian you are
white fuckers, Wooden Spoon, Mark Bradley

we love tapes! but we don't like...

plastic!

that is why we are asking you-
our friends & family to send us your
old tapes so we can re-use them.

we already use recycled materials in every other part of our
creating, but we really want to go the distance
& be a total recycling and re-using vehicle. if you send
a certain amount we will send you back gifts. media mail
is super cheap, but if you are sending a large amount,
we can help out with shipping costs. if you are within
new york perhaps we could plan a pick-up. all is possible.

if you'd like to be a giver and/or would like more info
on this wonderful exchange,
please email tiredtrails (at) gmail (dot) com
with "RRR" in the subject line. THANK YOU!

*Please Note that the tapes we are looking for need to
be the kind you can still record on. if you need help figuring
shit out, give us a hoot.

ttc 008: the End Springs - Synergy cdr

what a wonderful month for us at
tired trails to be sharing yet
another amazing cd with ya'll.
this one came to us from across the swamp,
after it was sent around the globe and back.
This gorgeous minimal psych folk wonder
began in the mighty fine hands of the
brilliant improvisational guitar
extraordinare The End Springs, who created
skeletal tracks and then sent them to some
of his best friends/favorite musicians for
collaboration; Siddhi, Beggin' Your Pardon
Miss Joan, The Child of a Creek & A Man and
A Guitar. the result couldn't be more satisfying
or soul seducing. There is an obvious
unspoken connection between The End
Springs and the other artists, as their
musical union sounds like they've been
playing together for years.

The album is lead with a solo End Springs
track, bells ring in the beginning of
repetitive slide guitar bits, shakers and
a mist of desert drone, all dangling on the
edge of familiarity and abandon. Each
collaborating artist molds their given
tracks in solemn but shining shapes like stars
and smiles from the sun, light captured at
its most delicate, delicious. Soft layers
of voices, hi-hat tumblings and bass enrich
the repetitive and ramblin' guitar plucked
with that lazy winter impression. Sparse
yet engaging, all signs point inward, towards
the heart of everything. Another masterpiece
from the mellow mind of the End Springs, this
album is sure to captivate and entrance all three
of your eyes. (don't act like you don't know)
this cdr comes packaged in recycled brown leaf
nepali lokta paper. two inserts - one with hand-drawn
album art & the other with track list, credits, info.

$8 ppd w/in the states. we ship world just ask!

Listen: HERE
& HERE






*stay tuned for the last update of oh8, soon to
be posted. thanks!

ttc 007 : Bill Baird - Songs the sound of myself, as written by others cdr/book

let me introduce to you one of my favorite
albums of the year. one which celebrates
the folk tradition, the music of the people,
the music of the land, our hearts. an album
that will surely make your 'best of' lists
this year:

Bill Baird - Songs the Sound of Myself, as Written by Others

For those of you not familiar,
Bill Baird is one of the most prolific
music makers of the times - releasing (often times
self) album after album without loosing steam,
focus or inspiration. He is the village story teller,
the train hopper with the news, the kind hearted
mad poet. this cover album captures 12 songs written
by some of bill's favorite songsters. to capture
the original spirit of a song while adding your own
character is the true test of a great musician.
the perfect balance must be kept, and bill
walks that line without wiggling. He is able to mix
in his own distinct flair and presence without
drowning out the original greatness. "Rake &
Rambling Boy" stands out as a strong
example of bill's ability to blend traditional
music with his own freak flavor. Under bill's
spell, this conventional guitar jingle becomes
drenched in harmonica at 2 minutes in, turning into
what sounds like a distorted dying didgeridoo
sailing off onto a dissonant coda sea. Other tracks
share similar characteristics, as they begin with
Baird & his guitar but my mid-song are breaking
down into horn and piano solos, echoed chaotic guitars,
harmonicas, background noises and organic drones.
the marriage of both worlds is seamless.

:contents:
Herein lies collected bits of transcribed
gray matter: my own brain in full resonance
with the pull of my heart's own string. Heart
and brain properly aligned, a true feat. And
yet, this harmony springs not from my own pen,
but the writings of others: friends, influences,
and songs of the folk tradition. I have done my
faithful best to share their songs in a voice distinctly
my own.

My two poems take inspiration from
daily bus rides to work, the bright orange of early
morning, and songs I have not yet written. (bill baird)

Track List :

1) The Dirt (Mark Ashworth)
2) Sea Song (Robert Wyatt)
3) Last Fall (Sparrow House)
4) Shady Grove (Doc Watson style) (trad.)
5) The Ballad of Sammy Mudd (Sam Sanford)
6) I'll Be Here in the Morning (Townes Van Zandt)
7) Rake and Rambling Boy (Trad./Carter Family)
8) Hot Burrito 2 Digit (Flying Burrito Brothers)
9) Expecting to Fly (Buffalo Springfield)
10) Walking After Midnight (Patsy Cline)
11) Be Not So Fearful (Bill Fay)
12/13) Diamond Deserts / This Land is Your Land (BB / Woody Guthrie)

This cdr comes in a fantastic little book, featuring
poetry and track notes written by Bill and some
excellent photographs taken by him as well. The
book is made completely out of recycled materials,
& tied together with hemp. It doesn't get
any better than this folks. Edition of only 100!
Get yours now!

$12.50 ppd. us. (for rest of world $12.50 + shipping.)
Ordering info: Please email :
tiredtrails@gmail.com

LISTEN::
HERE : bill baird's myspace
&
HERE : tired trails myspace

nr : Derek Rogers & Al Qaeda tapes !!

ttc 004 Derek Rogers - Calculated Messes c38



with quite a discography under his belt, including a
tag-team with mike khoury split with fossils on
Middle James Co. (Andrew Coltrane, Fossils, AC/DP),
a cassette for noise-god label RRR's Recycled Music series,
a cd-r and cassette on his own imprint, Last Exit Recordings -
Rogers is no new-bee to making noise. his dead c inspired
screeching and howling twister music has become a staple around
here for a reason. its damn right down and dirty. his texas style
brain scrambles will set your hair on fire. this kid builds lopsided
walls of sound out of feedback, wait, scratch that, he builds the
whole damn village. and then....destroys it. Rogers is a master at
sculpting noise as much as he is de-constructing it. and while he
never holds back his ability to throw it in your face, sometimes full
speed smacking, glorious in its ability to swell your brain to brilliant
shades of blue & battered -seeing stars from a knock out scattered -
Rogers isn't afraid to slow it down and add those timeless acoustics.
thats the beauty of this tape. Rogers can take a simple note, a simple
chord, a simple bend of the string, and turn it into total mayhem or
total meditation. chOOse your own adventure.
white tapes housed in cigar paper, hand-
sewed together, fingerprints & varied photo art taken
by derek, (sometimes) altered by j. Lmt. ed of 40. $6.



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ttc 006 Al Qaeda - Cremation of Care c38





if you've yet to let this cali troop kick the shit out of your eardrums,
you're in for a treat. these two long jams (one 17:22 min.,two 18:38)
are perfectly constructed interpretations of a world at war. the distance
between the sacred and the non, the barriers of opinions, belief.
the first track will instantly grab your attention with its layers of holy
far eastern singing loops & 9/11 radio correspondence - with its
fuzz fumbling, synth freakouts & static distortions there are no
boundaries. those in your face forget about thinking
straight crescendos,building & building & exploding at full speed
will make your mind fry like that egg in those old drug commercials.
the second track is just as curious and destructive as
the first, though it takes a different route through the mine field.
it feels very circular, the way the sounds surround your head,
bounce from ear to ear with its effortless determination.
below the mayhem old organ sounding notes dance, skip and
scatter...slowly at first & then, in a this ain't no ditty kinda way,
sound off like fireworks going off inside a computer. as the track
progresses it begins to sound like a extremely lo-fi crusty punk record
for about 4 minutes and then retracts into its slow subdued resolution.
watch out for these kids, they know exactly how to push those i
can't get enough of this shit buttons.
hand numbered white owl tapes housed in green recycled cardstock,
stapled together with owl art on front. comes with
varied collage art taken from photos of bohemian grove &
cremation of care ceremonies. seriously lmt. ed of 40. $6.




ORDER HERE :: tiredtrails (at) gmail (dot) com

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may you walk the
tired trails with love.