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Dallas Campbell

In the '70s, one could dance with a robot in outer-space until the sun came up. Now you can drink a glass of orange juice while cruisin’ on the information superhighway. The horizon is chrome and gold, Dallas Campell is the soundtrack. In the now he lives in West Virginia inside a pile of old synthesizers and keyboards, but Dallas sees the future and the past and every outdated instrument he touches becomes a different kind of cyborg dawn.