The Strange Handshake (2015-2017)

My band of autonomous improvisers in collaboration with Tom Weeks.

From the album release:
The promulgators of the Global-Post 9/11-Proto-Apocalyptic-Id-Based-Psycho-Socio-Sexual-Transcendental Avant Garde, The Strange Handshake, are BACK. This time the unit has pursued a joint venture with a true libertine of the alto saxophone, Tom Weeks. This crew is freshly adorned with accolades of the academy, and reaping all the benefits in a haze of bacchanal.

"You ever notice that empty, hollow feeling, right where your soul should be? The feeling you get when you've met someone that has quite possibly spent substantial time huffing cap gun smoke, sniffing piss, and skinning lizards? The feeling you get when you have the thought that your legs will just stop working as you're walking down the street? The feeling you get once you've met a person that doesn't possess a single ounce of irony? The feeling you get when you hear your friend screaming in the night, but it turns out you've been home alone the whole time? The feeling you get when you stumble out of bed, but are still under the influence of your endogenous entheogens? The feeling you get when you open your eyes from dreaming, but you can't move or breathe? Well this is a lot like that."
-N.A. Corder