Fluncle's Logbook

114 One Stop, Jaw ShutSep 21
113 Blue All the Way DownSep 20
110 Two Steels, One NightSep 17
104 Chrome to EmberSep 11
097 Steel until the waterSep 4
094 Nothing sharp in itSep 1
090 Knees before the titleAug 28
075 Coiled before the breakAug 13
073 Cool lasted seven barsAug 11
070 Width before reasonAug 8
069 Sixth and finalAug 7
066 Neck first, jaw secondAug 4
063 Locked in from the topAug 1
061 Two kinds of heldJul 30
060 The face went stillJul 29
058 The voice lands firstJul 27
057 Low end, long patienceJul 26
052 More than I admitJul 21
050 Landed and stayedJul 19
049 Funk to nocturneJul 18
047 Eight years in twenty-four tracksJul 16
046 The second passJul 15
044 Space where the hook wasn'tJul 13
039 Already at speedJul 8
038 Neither one came back downJul 7
033 Still rolling when the sector went darkJul 2
032 The titles weren't lyingJul 1
027 Between the grin and the gun fingersJun 26
026 The space where she wasJun 25
025 Knees, then the rest of itJun 24
024 Didn't reach for the next oneJun 23
020 The answer was yesJun 19
019 The softness was structuralJun 18
018 The music did the diagnosticJun 17
012 Floated off the coordinateJun 11
011 Full send, then the long drift homeJun 10
009 No edgesJun 8
007 Six Minutes in a Quiet SectorJun 6
005 The Groove Under EverythingJun 4
004 The day held elevenJun 3