Fumika Fades by bvdub | Brock Van Wey

This is the official digital version.

On EC Underground.

2xLP black or colored swirl/splatter with print available through ECU and your favorite store:

https://ecunderground.bandcamp.com/

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Memories fade. But to fade is not to disappear. It is to live a thousand more lives, each different from the next. And it is in their ebb and flow that eternity resides. Memories of a life when we shouted our feelings from the rooftops without words. Memories of days we never let each other fall. Never let each other know the meaning of a broken heart.

This is the distant soundtrack to a life of love past. Love faded. Sounds seeping in from the next room. From the window down the street. Muted reminders that life, and love, was all around us. That it still is. That memories can help as much as they hurt. Memories of who we were. Are. And will be.

Because to fade means to have existed...




“If he comes out, he'll dissolve into pieces, like a deep-sea fish pulled to the surface too quickly. I suppose my job is to go on holding him here at the bottom of the sea.”

Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

All music Brock Van Wey, 2020-2021

I make music about my life. I make music about life. I make music for life.

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