
Arrington de Dionyso
Arrington de Dionyso
Solo performance on bass clarinet, jaw harp & voice by Arrington De Dionyso.
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Solo performance on bass clarinet, jaw harp & voice by Arrington De Dionyso.
Individual experience separated by physical boundaries (of space, time or ability) suggested as communities of collective experience by (perhaps voyeuristic) artists.
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