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The EP

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by The Noble Son

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    This was an early effort to re-create the live looping project that was The Noble Son in the studio. Unfortunately, looking back at it now, I kind of see it as a bit of a failure.
    I'm making this EP available as a free download more as an act of continuity than anything else. It's a document, a record of an idea, and a reflection of how far I believe I've come as a studio musician.

    Gene

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The Noble Son was a project I started in Japan in 2005. Frustrated with having no band to play shows with, I starting writing songs meant to be played with a looping station. The idea was to be able to perform solo, but still be able to create a full sound. This was probably about the same time that Imogen Heap, Owen Pallett and loads of other musicians were thinking the same thing. (Can I say 'great minds think alike' without sounding too egotistical?)
In October 2006, I released a three-song EP. Not long after, I moved to Turkey. After half-heartedly keeping up the looping idea, I moved away from looping and starting viewing the studio itself as an instrument. Changing my ways felt like a sea-change; in January 2008, after the release of "The Shelf," I officially retired The Noble Son.

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released 06 October 2006
Written and recorded by Gene Kondusky at Hotel Benson (Samegawa-mura and Sukagawa-shi, Japan). Mastered by Ged Leitch.
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