I remember arriving in Richmond and thinking about the generation x poster that Yves had in his little apartment at that time. I think it was an apartment. We got our equipment and went to the practice space. I felt a sense of well being - a sense of belonging with Yves because me and him were like lost chandalas who fed off each other and sustained an equilibrium which just barely held. We practiced, slowly merging with each other as the major and the puppet master did in "ghost in the shell." I felt as if Sistersound had been born within the sea of information. A self-aware, self-preserving program had been born. A life form with externalized memory independent of both me, Yves, and Pete. That life form was Sistersound. We practiced on into the night betraying the social standards of sleep because sleep is death and a levitical sacrifice must be made in order to bring up a new form from the dregs of a dying breed. I finally discovered my soul mates. Androgynous entities with seemingly emotionless intelligences possessing unprecedented superconsciousnesses. That is who I felt Sistersound was. The whole ancient Greek tragicomic dream had been fulfilled within my heart resting atop that sour, dingy building that we practiced in. And yet, I felt that the music which was being created there transcended boundaries of mediocrity. I finally felt whole. But like a one-night stand, I retired and bid my brothers farewell because I had to get home and get ready for work for the next day. It was about 6 a.m in the morning. Birds were chirping, perched on telephone cables as I drove out onto Broad Street right before exiting onto interstate 64.

I drove on down until I began to feel a lightness of being. I felt alive and on top for a minute. I was driving with the snare drum in my passenger seat as if my one true friend in this world were the drum set itself. But the fatigue of my body began to settle in and next thing you know, I was occasionally dozing off. But i had to get back home and get some rest. It would be unwise to just park on the side of the street and sleep. So I drove on. I passed into the left lane relaxed but at the same time dying to stay awake. The windows were all opened so that maybe the disturbance of the winds would irritate me sufficiently to raise my nervous system circulation rate to release an extra dose of epinephrine. But this was to no avail. When I had awakened for a split second as I was driving off the road, I regained consciousness enough to panic and react to the fact. I pulled the steering wheel too much to the right and ended up sending the car sliding out clockwise- if you were to observe this from an aerial view. After I was fully conscious of the fact that my car was pushing on, spinning and sliding from the 60 mph momentum that I had maintained 15 minutes outside of inner-city Richmond, I blacked out.

I wake up to the hissing sounds of spinning wheels, trees mangled, layed out, upside down, snare drum on the ground, without a scratch on it. The car was utterly destroyed way beyond repair. The only damages to the water sack of mine that I sustained was a little laceration to the back of my head which was consequently sewn back together - three stitches. But my arms and legs were intact ready to play another show."

-- Ian A. Kruske

The Secret of Ian's Intuition

"I've recently had an opportunity to digitize this tape, which was given to me circa 1994. I am offering it to friends and family of Ian, in an attempt to preserve this record, and honor his memory and pure spirit. I've never known anyone who loved knowledge and the pursuit thereof more. Ian used to study the dictionary, taking notes and broadening his mind. He also read various philosophical texts, as you will hear. It's great to listen and witness his youth and innocence, reading his very personal poetry for the recording. On the second side of the cassette, there is an impromptu demo of two Sistersound songs, Perception and I Fell Awake. Ian had wanted a demo to write his drum parts to, and you can hear him tapping out rhythms as I played the guitar. This interest in homework really demonstrates his willingness to work hard and his love for music. I had an opportunity to spend a lot of creative time with Ian, and we based our friendship around it. He was always quite faithful to me and Sistersound. Ian was a great drummer with talent and promise, as evidenced by the drum recordings on this tape. You'll also hear some of his improvised guitar, which illustrates his experimentative nature and thirst for knowledge. The cassette ends with some really touching poetry of Ian's own pen, in a candid and lucid moment. Ian cared deeply for his friends, music, and learning. He was a beautiful and talented young man, with a radiant mind. Please, enjoy this recording from my personal collection, and pass it on to those who knew Ian."

-- Eve