At night, when I was 17 I used to drive up and down the boulevard in the suburbs of St. Louis. I would see of tunnel ahead, of trees. I would imagine things, glance into houses passing and turn and drive slowly up side streets. Every block, each house had a story that was self-contained and fleeting. It was when MTV was just getting off the ground with stop-motion Peter Gabriel videos. It was music in the tape deck, probably a mix tape. Everything I passed got sucked into that car stereo soundtrack, part of story composed by the blur, the air, and the desire to know what was actually happening in those houses. I think I still dream up and down that boulevard.

Movement, machines, and stories. That's where this company started twenty years ago. Now, the machines are smaller, the movement best come from our legs, and the stories often get compiled online and shared via networks and collection sites. Still, the combinations are similar. In the end, we all pass through spaces, suck in the atmosphere, and enjoy hearing a beautiful, musical tale. Let's see what we're able to spin together.