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May – Connection

<a href="http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com/track/glitter" onclick="javascript:_gaq.push(['_trackEvent','outbound-article','http://intheblackbox.bandcamp.com']);">Glitter by In The Black Box</a>

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Going…and we hit the end of the song. Sure it sounds like all the rest. I need to get these elbows back in shape and reinvent the physical. Sending vibrations by the way of dirt and grime…the snail of the stars. So who are you? these words on a page, asking for me to change things, asking to lend my ears and to take a chance…to take the time to respond… to surprise with super hyper vibration movement … to break all tradition… to actually take a chance and let it happen. 

 

And i was in that reflection…new faced.. with that little bit more. What will be taken back.. what will have been gained, that is what we will throw into the mix. I expect it to be the same, i want it to be altered just ever so slightly, with a chance of anything.

 

So give those words a listen and the music a read.. there is so much pinned on it.

 

 

……and all it takes is a little flick.

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Much has been…

A …. a little letter to begin the meaningful. 

 

Yet we use it, and i wonder how emotions are hidden inside balls of sound.. we look at panes of glass and map out the patterns, and discus the objective of the creator, why we look into these reflections of reality and reality itself. Is this wall of sound just one pane of glass… is this tone, this melody, this harmony, is it the interaction between?

 

And we replace the windows every day, moments between.. deep sighs.. its hidden in these balls of sound, talking about pain and love and age and hate… talking about loss and gain, understanding and judgement.. asking for emotional understanding…asking for you to read the creator.. asking for an emotional response.. asking you to open your little pockets.. because this was for you, this was about you, this was you… this is you.

And the vibrations that cross my fingers mean that to me…not to you, not to smokey dark rooms, not to the movement inside you, all that matters is the coherance, the mixtures of this and that, the momentum and the maintenance of.. nothing more, not much less.. can we not make room? it has been done before, i saw it once, i hear it every day… im listening to it right now… i did it once too, id like to do it now in this way.

 

Three little dots

 

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Being there,

Not going to lie

Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place

Will it not be a good memory?

will it not also be bad?

Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.

I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England

I will miss that

I wanted a photo of that

I want a photo of this

Lets not miss another one

But is it safe?

All these things you had for yourself!

And to think we live in the normal,

the usual

We are so jealous…

That is no surprise

That i should be so lucky

When luck is insignificant

These things are everywhere all the time

depends how you appreciate it

I have never consider the usual as the insignificant

as i have never considered the unusual out of its context

A beautiful photo is always 

and can be anywhere

yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses

and we envy those in the places we seek

yet they envy you and dream of you normality

this does not alarm you?

do we not appreciate enough?

can we not rely on them a little more?

I saw the light bounce of the water

I questioned my hard fought opinions and views

I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often

I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start

I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us

I considered the possibilities

split second illumination

calculations beyond comprehension

i estimated my worth in this place

I estimated my existence

And the glass dropped out of focus

I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar

moving water drip colours through layers of dark

moving bridges scrape holes in the paint 

buildings rip bloody into the sky 

it is the same..

though i will miss it

like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches

like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers

like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing

like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight

like i miss the smell of wet vegetation

and the list will grow longer

yet a list to be thankful for 

and vibrations will map it out

and keep me in tune

are we not supposed to be unique?

and this will be my seen and done

my experience 

from floor to window-ledge mornings

understanding

and motion towards

separation in the most connected ways

never letting go

balance

maintenance

heat 

and governance

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Where?

Ill tell you where…just not here, yet! Got you hard between the reciever and the truth and I am shining light into the black slips of money and sound.

 

Then there is none…you threw it away with the most important words and the longest silences…dead sound…send that email….take that chance…forget the consequences they say?

 

Another option we jest at corner stones and flags marked evil getting the picture are we? i hope true is that sound on you going and coming having no idea and trying all the same just let the rhythm take over and think not abou tthe options fopr the good and the ready have no forging to get done and realise what indeed you have written and why you are writing it for there is reason in all of this reason to believe and to greet the new and the old and the gooding and bading have we reached another level of this where and why and what who have they? i didnt know that i never know anything before it happens right in front of my face and even tho the funds are low and good vibrations will rattle of empty pockets where the rattling will definitely occur we will still groove with big smiles and seizing the night the skys willl fill once more with dark shining lights…and the box will be full to the brim and ready for action once more

 

yes they are coming…just not here yet

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DO YOU? (85-365)

Will you flip the switch…. blow the walls of the joint…. flip it and let the air fly.

 

These new vibrations send my ears running for their hard hats, in fact these sounds were made in a far away place a long time ago and only now have landed so violently on my ears…. in dark rooms full of madness and true true emotion did craziness result in such deliverance… these brush strokes on the air… these vast swathes through the liquid atmosphere are pure gold to me… i could eat them for breakfast lunch and tea… with cookies before bed time… with water in the sun… naked and clothed… alone and surrounded by the world…. 

 

..This is perfection.

So lets flip the switch shall we? unlock the vast spaces around us… let them into this space… this place where people are wanting to be…wanting… spending time… thinking of it… hearing and enjoying… full of words and suggestions… full of happiness… achieved.. more… more … more…

 

And the vibrations, so familiar yet so new, rip holes in my brain as the sound gets sucked within by pressure change… my mind explodes with mass… its full of process…full of thought….full of meaning… full of chance and perception of chance…. full of certainty.

 

Lets flip the switch captain…lets make this direct! YES! We are a go! We are central… we are flowing like jet streams in liquid sky… we are motion in motion, we are void of friction, unstoppable, lucid, unfathomable, loss of meaning, of matter, of existence, of energy, of light and soul, we are essence, we are element, we are flipping switch. We are go. 

 

And on the brink of trying, looking at the possibilities and challenges… we can do that surely.. ill put that aside and live up the other… we will make it all worth while.

 

We will link this to that, and that to those and we will make sense of it, and these years and hours and minutes upon seconds will all amount to an understanding and a push into the vast unknown, all the while moving, motion, anchored yet free, moving yet still

 

is it possible?

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52-365

And the looky and the likey and the upside downey

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34-365 (Distant Sounds of Summer)

Plugged into older sounds today… I question my continuity…

Rothko and Susumu Yokota’s 2005 collaboration “Distant Sounds of Summer”… is one of those albums that just keeps popping it’s head up every so often. As if to tell me that I have not yet really appreciated all that there is to hear. 

 

There has been a few of these albums popping up lately, namely, Tin Hat Trio’s “The Rodeo Eroded” which constantly seems to lose it’s grip on me after the perfect opening track “Bill”…. maybe it’s too perfect?

However today the iPod decided that those sounds I have been drilling into my skull everyday for the last 20years can take a step back, a day off, a mid-term break, and let the less shiny sparkly corners of my deep dark hole of an iPod have their time in the Sun. And so Yokota and Rothko took their chance to remind me why I should listen to them more often.

“Distant Sounds of Summer” is essentially an album of vast experimentation and noise, controlled expertly by the artists’ differing yet wholly complementary styles… if you like the meditative and pulsing rhythms of Susumu Yokota’s “Sakura” you will enjoy this album. While still exploring the ambient sounds he  mastered on that album and more like it after 2000, the Japanese Dance legend leans towards a slightly heavier use of drum here, which reflects just a little of his earlier 90′s house roots. While the use of clean drum tracks over deep and flowing textures seems at times a little strong, and disruptive to the relatively peaceful and meditative quality of the album, it seems to be a response to the dominant bass lines layed down by Rothko which rise out of the waves of noise and harmony.

The album opens with a Yokota drum line, strong and brazen, suggesting an album filled with anything but the soothing and exploratory, ambient sheets of sound that fill every inch of space within the ear of the listener. “Paths Fade into Forest” is where this mix of bass/drum/texture is best achieved, with a rolling bass line gradually matched by an up-tempo and non-intrusive rhythm, enticing the listener to want to hear more of the same. Indeed it is after this point that the album descends into a flurry of deep aural treats, culminating in a excellent 10minutes and 20seconds with “Reflections and Shadows”  (involving a slow pulsing, powerful meditation, aided by the soothing voice of Caroline Ross who provides vocals throughout the album) and the title track which features an excellent collage of guitar and bass lines, held in place by the ever-present, effervescent textures of Yokota. 

This is no masterpiece. There are moments when the seemingly unrellenting harmony between these two artists is lost, yet there is always a sense that there is something ultimately perfect to hear only 20 or 30 seconds down the line. This is an excellent example of what happens whenn artists who should collaborate together do, and do it right. There is no struggle for supremacy or dominance in any way, one is always left guessing which element is attributed to which artist, save for the obvious qualities of bass and dance music. 

Get this album if you really want to hear something new…. something that is not just one thing…or….well… anything in particular.

 

Vague enough?

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30-365 (If This…)

If i had every second to spend inside that warmth between me and this… if i had every chance to see this… if i had a moment to hear this in my ear once more… if i had a chance to wake up to this every morning… and if i had a chance to to watch this fall asleep every night…. and if this wanted to offer me a chance to share it all… and if this asked me to keep it all quiet…. if this was nothing more than a proposition to take a chance…. if this was waiting for me… if this was always looking out for me… if this beat the warm vibrations from any instrument or box of sound… if this shone light into my quiet nights….if this was as quiet as the city streets …. if this was as free as any thing between me and the sea… if this was locked in a room and i had the only key…. if this was asking me to drive faster so as to feel the wind a little faster …. if this had watery eyes out car windows…. if this hit notes that were deeper than deep….if this hit highs without the sighs…. if this was a great book… if this was a sad movie with a happy ending…. or if this was a happy movie with a happy ending…. if this yelled the same hillarious lines from the same song all the time…. if this could read me like a road sign….if this lifted the fog….if this cleared the cobwebs….if this made smoke signals…. if this was longer, faster, shorter and generalised….if this was heavier on the bass and faster on the riff…. if this was a conversation in a pub at home…. if this was a secret told between friends…. if this was a walk in the park…. if this was a terrible situation that we all laughed about…. if this was going to change everything…. if this was the right chord to play…. if this lifed the crowd and everyone was clapping….if this is the right name….if this is a good situation….if this joined the hip bone to the leg bone….. if this pulled together all the bones….. if this changes the song….if this broke the camera….if this holds up the pictures on my wall…. if this fixes the camera…. if this breaks me in two…. if this never ends…. if this never stops and we’re all standing here with each other on the same line….. if this closes before i get there….. if this starts the rain….if this ends the cold…. if this will make my clothes dry today…. if this will make my phone beep when i want it to….if this will make me smile…. if this makes me walk faster…if this makes me think clearer…if this makes sense…. if this is positively going to end well…..if this ….is.

 

then why not?

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29-365 (Mix Day)

some excerpts of my conversations with the computer today

 

["......Well...if i can throw my two cents in... its 3.57am for me... and i havnt managed to bet asleep before at least 2.30am in ooo maybe 7 months [...]but i have gradually come to cherish my time at night…its quiet.. and not just literally but mentally… i mean when you think that the whole world is asleep at the one time (at least in your part of the world) then you realise that there is some sort of extra space in the “collective subconscious” its like you have more space to think….and so at night time i create all my music and do all my writing…when i dont have to get up in the morning i get up about 2pm and go do whatever i have to do… i take photos, i get ideas, i have experiences, then the night comes and i process them… and i create as much as i feel necessary.. thats my space….. my place for expression and thinking..
so i like it… and i dont try to change it too much…. i like the silence and the bizarre that only occurs at night…

but boy do i get fatigued… and i understand that aspect…because as much as you may try to excape for most of the day there are always things that will get you out of bed earlier than you should…and its hard to live both lives….. very hard…..”]

 

 

["..... don't exactly DJ myself but we all have to start somewhere right? Well Sonic Acid 3.0 is what i started on, and i believe Sony have bought it since, and these days i still use Sonic Acid Pro. 4.0 ...
..but like i said i don't DJ, when i started makin music i would sample a lot of stuff, because all i had was a semi-acoustic guitar and a pedal and input into the computer...so finding that beat to work with your own music and realising that your own music was never at a constant beat....well....needless to say a lot of "fixing" went on....

..but these tracks...eventhough today i am quite happily producing music .... these first tracks mean so much to me now... the amount of work and time...and the mistakes... so nostalgic ...ha and it was what... not even that long ago...

but i guess what im trying to say is that while you may push for the more advanced equipment its the stuff that you produce when your still just banging spoons off pots and pans....thats the stuff that you need to remember when your waiting for your shiney new computer to render another 2hour mix you just banged out on your top of the range gear.... remember those days and apply it to your new shiney gear... cus if you put just as much effort in you will come out with something mad...

well thats what i think anyway...."]

 

and so the mix was made

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28-365

It’s Coming!

Well that was then…walking around trying to figure out why i had not done it earlier in the day when I was supposed to. The sounds are good however through blocked noses and the authority in all her “ups and ups” was pleased. And so time was had to be used and used it was… i saw the first glimpses of a new beggining as little green eyes poke from natural fiber-optics to see if its time to get up. Gothic echoes last the longest and beauty is in the detail…yet metal structures and glass balls flow easily within it’s shadow…. learning, respecting, developing. 

Time was used and home was found within the belly of the foreign. Old friends seek older pictures and “Occupe-toi d’Amelie” reminds us of just how briliant the simple can be…and just how fast one can talk. Reccomended!

And so more happiness from home sets minds alight and required vibrations are sent from the front line back to tired ears in the hope of rejuvination and a smile. Just another one for those days.

 

It’s Coming!

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26-365 (Just – BACK OFF …BUCKO!)

Nothing today was worth the night before… except for the moment before i stopped working on the stringed family member, and the moment i started again today…. everything would have been fine…. it’s just a pity that moment lasted a whole 24hours…

Lets hope tomorrow is better…

…happiness on my ear as plastic machines shoot the good vibes back from home… everything looked better then. And so i finished the possible to make it the probably definite … .

..if its still there in the morning i may just upgrade it to nearly positively probable in a definite way….

 

…too many important things today… simply wont do

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