Gull- 8888 CS A-side (Self-released, 2010)

Nathaniel Rappole, aka Gull, has been steady mystifying RVA and beyond with his masked one-man guitar/drum rhythm spectacle. His live act is truly something to behold, and Nate's been known to take it to the streets with a gusto and relentlessness foiled only by the occasional local police. Gull's first proper release was the Thin King 7" released by Molsook Records in 2010 (*downloadable here), but Nate's put out plenty as a member of Snack Truck and Ultra Dolphins as well. He's also one of the nicest dudes. Check it....

Gull on PBS:


And scope this local news spot. Gull's playing the sidewalk in front of Plan 9 Music (former employer of mine) in Carytown...




So, Nate has lavished me with an unreleased and ethereal home-recorded Gull cassette that is an honor to share. It appears to represent Gull's more contemplative side; subliminal and spooky. Great stuff & quite different from the links above. Says he:

"this recording was made over the course of a couple of days in january 10'. i used only what i had in my room at the time, with the exception of 1 porch item. everything was recorded with a dictaphone (ie small tape recorder) and then transferred as was/is into the digital realm by a good friend." -N.R.

Enjoy.



Download Link: Gull- 8888 Cassette A-side (Self-released, 2010) *320kbps

1 year anniversary

we are the writ.
we are the weird water wasteland of the americas, the water shed.
long spears of waste and bile, baleen and tropical dust.
1 day after the (­____) of the gulf's explosion into fossil fuelic infamy,
i will name my horse g r e y g o l d.
her tomb will read "food water animal. carried the children of millions of children during the drought. a good friend."

for the taking

my life is topical. by way of touch i have managed to feel my way into my 30's. how is this possible? hardly any thought had to go into the act of surviving this long. still, here i am, now old enough to think back on my childhood and adolescence with that trick of the brain that holds the past in such high regard that the present pales by comparison. the bite is in me. it is in you. it is in the yesterborn and aftermorrow marrow.
mohave green nostalgia transmutation. my life is (____).
*something true: i went to the desert. alone.
*something false: i am a woman.

i have known women

in my native land (_____).
my blood is that of many places. hers too.
so is hers.
beat the grackle with a fist shaped wing and give her back the conundrum.
give it and beat it into blood.

your language is d e a d

dear hopi,
your children will never taste with their own tongues,
for they have been stripped from their mouths by strange white stains.
(_____) and no one cares.

1 year anniversary

we are the writ.
we are the weird water wasteland of the americas, the water shed.
long spears of waste and bile, baleen and tropical dust.
1 day after the (­____) of the gulf's explosion into fossil fuelic infamy,
i will name my horse g r e y g o l d.
her tomb will read "food water animal. carried the children of millions of children during the drought. a good friend."

for the taking

my life is topical. by way of touch i have managed to feel my way into my 30's. how is this possible? hardly any thought had to go into the act of surviving this long. still, here i am, now old enough to think back on my childhood and adolescence with that trick of the brain that holds the past in such high regard that the present pales by comparison. the bite is in me. it is in you. it is in the yesterborn and aftermorrow marrow.
mohave green nostalgia transmutation. my life is (____).
*something true: i went to the desert. alone.
*something false: i am a woman.

i have known women

in my native land (_____).
my blood is that of many places. hers too.
so is hers.
beat the grackle with a fist shaped wing and give her back the conundrum.
give it and beat it into blood.

your language is d e a d

dear hopi,
your children will never taste with their own tongues,
for they have been stripped from their mouths by strange white stains.
(_____) and no one cares.