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Gallipoli started, within my thoughts, when I finally had my Farfisa organ shipped to New York in my parent's home at Santa Fe. I acquired the organ at the CCA; the foreign picture theatre and gallery space out of my job. A travel circus' keyboard player (not a joke) had abandoned it in the warehouse after certain keys and works of the organ had broken and ceased workingout. I spent the next few years writing. The majority of my very first album (Gulag Orkestar, 2006) and large parts of my next album (The Flying Club Cup, 2007) were written entirely on this particular organ also, where it dwelt in my childhood bedroom perhaps not far from downtown Santa Fe. I enlisted the help get it shipped out to Brooklyn, up to my residence of my father during the time at a large part of Westchester. Your house was that the care taker's home of a mansion owned with a multi-millionaire serving 20 years for taxation and money fraud and also that I don't know what else. I began writing the very first songs of Gallipoli on this organ sometime in Soon songs begun to take shape in quick and inspiring methods and that I reserved a three-week session in a fairly new startup studio at Chelsea Manhattan, called Relic Room in the de*p winter of this year. I attracted producer of No No, in Gabe Wax, that I felt shared a vision as I do, and that I knew was as game as I was to push every sound to its point. With the main instruments recorded, with the aid of my band mates Nick Petree and Paul Collins on bas* and drums, we jumped to station every word played through a collection of broken amplifiers, PA systems, space echoes and tape machines, and sometimes leaving a modular synth looping from the live room at volumes so loudly we had to put on headphones as earmuffs while running in to the area to make alterations into the amplifiers. I wanted every creak and groan of the instruments, every detuned note, every amp buzz and also technical malfunction to be abandoned in the cracks of