Radical Nostalgia - a Case of Organized Rememory A group of us gathered at a recently demolished room, now swallowed up by the surrounding forest. A year ago the forest department had claimed that the building stood on their land – a violation. More than ten years ago we had spent entire nights there together listening to a mixed tape over and over again. A neatly inscribed title on the tape read "Guddu Copy" - no song titles, nothing else. Now that the room had been destroyed, its memory a specter, had become synchronous with that tape. We had decided to come – it happened to be pouring – find this place again and somehow channel it. Like mediums on a moonless night we would materialize a moment that had passed. However we had arrived with new friends who did not share our nostalgia, at a different moment in our lives, and, at what was bound to be a different place (we got lost at least once trying to find it.) This audio track is a result (not recollection, nor narrative) of that night.