EIBON MANIFESTO
2012. The musical apocalypse is here. Nobody buys records any longer, no matter how cheap they are. Vulgar streams of bytes downloaded from the mule, the ants, wherever else do seem enough: THEY ARE NOT. At least not to me. With decreasing frequency (sad but true), I keep on releasing ITEMS, not digital farts. I still (and forever will) feel a good record must preserve a physical form. Blame me if you wish. I don't give up.







