In the town of West Hartford, CT, there's a big hollow concrete whale that is a reasonably spectacular echo chamber. For reasons I never understood, we called it "Umu the Whale". My friend had a reverb box, and we called it Umu too.
The first four things are the best of a bunch of 10 things I recorded during the summer of '94 with said reverb box, a Fostex 4-track, a Kramer guitar, a cheap Altos plastic recorder, and a crappy microphone (the latter was only used for the recorder).
These are flawed things. Mistakes were made. However, I wasn't in much of a mood to do a lot of retakes, because I was living on the third floor of a house at the time, and in the middle of August it got really friggin' hot up there, and the air conditioner I had caused insane amounts of hum on the tape when it was running, so putting this stuff to tape was an angry cycle of heat and patience while I waited for the AC to bring the temperature down again.
Anyway.
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These next three were small, mostly unplanned bouts of throat singing in and around various starwells, hallways, and other reverbery bits of the Carnegie Mellon campus.
I and another did the singing, with excellent production support. Also caught on tape is the other one.
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