You buy a broken commodore64 home computer. It was made in 1985. The thing is busted but many big floppy discs and a drive come with it. You use the parts to fuse together a home made synth you name Lord Nothing. Lo bit music becomes your holy grail. Your meaningless and cruel tinged days are forgotten when you wander the digital spiritual landscapes. You think this is the sound of the soul, the sound of the basic building blocks of life. You start constructing bleeping chirping world scape on cassette tape. Using two cassette tape recorders you start to play back particular tapes with other tapes while you make new sounds using Lord Nothing. You lay layer upon layer upon layer on the digital sonic landscape until the sound is a wall of sonic architecture. In the cacophony of echoing blips and waves of sounds that form from the random juxtaposition of the essentially lo bit sounds you find an access to the trans-dimensional worlds and you party with the elves.