Half Acre Day is an amalgam of space and time, an ongoing experiment in the alchemy of sound and words. These tinkerings have resulted in the newly released collection Fourteen Trips Around the Sun.

Based on a complex set of hitherto undiscovered philosophical and mathematical formulae, H.A.D.'s controversial theories will shake the foundations of the Church and the State. Exposed to this sonic doctrine pious Clerics will set aflame their most sacred documents, and godless Dictators will kneel and pray to God for salvation.

There are currently only five people on the planet who fully understand the attendant algorithms, but in the future it will provide the energy necessary to maintain the amenities we enjoy today, such as toast.

Physicist Jos van Schagen weighs in; "As far as 'Fourteen Trips around the Sun' is concerned: I'm thankful there is air all around me. In the vast blackness of deep-space, you would never hear Half Acre Day coming. How could one ever appreciate their intricate superposition of spherical pressure waves if one were in a vacuum? Instead of appreciating their complex harmonies, we would all be busy in the act of asphyxiation!

"So let’s rejoice ... (+) expand

Half Acre Day is an amalgam of space and time, an ongoing experiment in the alchemy of sound and words. These tinkerings have resulted in the newly released collection Fourteen Trips Around the Sun.

Based on a complex set of hitherto undiscovered philosophical and mathematical formulae, H.A.D.'s controversial theories will shake the foundations of the Church and the State. Exposed to this sonic doctrine pious Clerics will set aflame their most sacred documents, and godless Dictators will kneel and pray to God for salvation.

There are currently only five people on the planet who fully understand the attendant algorithms, but in the future it will provide the energy necessary to maintain the amenities we enjoy today, such as toast.

Physicist Jos van Schagen weighs in; "As far as 'Fourteen Trips around the Sun' is concerned: I'm thankful there is air all around me. In the vast blackness of deep-space, you would never hear Half Acre Day coming. How could one ever appreciate their intricate superposition of spherical pressure waves if one were in a vacuum? Instead of appreciating their complex harmonies, we would all be busy in the act of asphyxiation!

"So let’s rejoice we're all in this 'cab', taken for a ride at 1 Astronomic Unit, around this fusion blast furnace known as the Sun. Be happy that its atmospheric envelope causes this music to be brought to you at the speed of sound; inducing capacitative changes in microphones to save it for posterity.

"Let’s leave it up to the electron to traverse the vacuum in the amps triode and pentode tubes, or jump the p-n silicon junctions, allowing these sounds to be produced, recorded and reproduced such that ear membranes vibrate, ossicles oscillate, nerve cells fire, and axions perform their intricate ion-exchange dance so that our brains will register them. After that there is only one thing left to do: enjoy!" (-) collapse