The members of Mappa Mundi all washed ashore one day on this lush and lonely island, each one having followed a very different map toward a new verdant world. Steeling nerve and body against the elements, wild beasts, and blood thirsty cannibals, they continue to cast out into the sea with the strains of their music, hoping one day to be found.
In these pages we will recount our travails in this hostile place. With trumpet, ukulele, guitar, bass, drums, violin, cello, keyboards and more, we will post fortnightly our song sketches and other musical experiments. All recorded in the makeshift studio we have created here on the island. Remember to check back in every fortnight!
And we will regularly post updates on all other Mappa Mundi news and events including rock-and-roll concert shows, photo-graphy, and motion-picture-recordings.
To anyone who finds this note, adrift at sea in its bottle: let these accounts, recorded on the pages herein, tell our tales of wonderment and woe, in case we don’t make it out alive.
