Album covers from books of bakelite records circa 1940's (thanks, Nancy Haddix!). Big mould invasion. More rain makes new compositions. Mould has invaded the grooves of the records themselves, also. Later I will play a few under the needle and see if there is any correlation between the visual patterns and sounds produced by the needle bumping over the mould spores convolved with the music itself.
"What was that noise?" "It's getting spooky, let's go home"
Gasping in awe at the strange scene in front of him, the gentleman steadied himself against a tree.
Mouldy symphony
Compositions in mould...
Lyre. A conductor stands where the strings would be. All mouldy.
