The realm of rap and the cosmos, the OUTER SPACE where Sun Ra and George Clinton pointed the young pups' gaze to the sky?but pushing a mop bucket down an empty hall under dusted florescent lights slowly digesting generations of dead flies; Rig 1 was unable to see the stars and turned his quest to understand our place in the universe back in on the Self. Rather then explore the outer ring he opted to polish the double-helix, scrub the electrons and map the infinite space between particles, the space between the wall and the fist...
Rig 1, a Midwestern endeavor 10 years in the making, started in the jammed-in-the deck 36 Chambers cassette, melting behind the dashboard controls in the baking sun, windows up tight, air choking and abandoned; Rig 1 started in the janitor's closet, in the bag of E's in the top drawer, in the notion that inner-space has no mirrors, only manifestations of will.
Andy LeMaster and Rig 1 bunkered up and started exploring the sounds that were noticeably absent from hip-hop, sonic mud pots, forgetting to turn off the oven, bloody eggs, guitars, Aceeed 303 late 80's gurgle and layers of sound that toss Spaceman 3, Mercury Rev, Too Short and Timothy Leary into one rolled up and lit up endeavor, doing something the way you hear it in your heart and mind.