And was theys stare all atime? Yea but they was. Andoring the games, induring the studies, undaring the stories, end all. Ned? Only snugged then and cosied after one percepted nought while tuff bettle outraged the waywords and meansigns of their hinterhand suppliesdemands. And be they gone to splane splication? Th at host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none none in the house his geust has guest. You bet they is. And nose well down.

With however what sublation of compensation in the radification of interpretation by the byeboys? …ontowhom adding the tout that pumped the stout that linked the lank that cold the sandy that nextdoored the rotter that rooked the rhymer that lapped at the hoose that Joax pilled.

They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.

I was delighted in 2019 to come (quite late) to the ambitious and exciting Waywords and Meansigns project (no relation to our studio but for a common affinity for Joyce!), a musical retelling of the entirety of the masterwork Finnegans Wake. Our studio immediately signed on to complete two sections of the work with original musical composed for the text by Randon Myles. After all, “you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre.” Without further explanation (for there is none that can rival the text itself), here is our work. 

“Words weigh no no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping. Drain. Sdops.”

Ch. 3: 073.23-074.19  “The Hills is Allprohome”

Ch. 10: 275.03-292.36  “In the Study - Night Lessons - Denunciation”