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UPDATE: Explanations | Where have you been, boss?

Today I made my first post to this blog in nearly 2 months. Reflecting that inactivity, the post consisted of a podcast recorded on June 12th for Dirty Radio… old news.

So what has been happening and why has it taken so long for the In The Black Box beast to reawaken and write these words.

Well needless to say I’ve been doing other things, life has changed and my presence on the internet has had a bit of a rethink. Yes I have been cheating on this website with another blog… I am a user.. a website whore with no good bone in my body, I know! The shame of it all is overwhelming.

However I am hoping that you my users will come to understand why I have been doing this.

Since I finished college in May I have been working on getting myself employed with a prospect for real money, the sort of money that you can exchange for goods and services. My search for this pot of gold proved extremely elusive and by mid-June I had reserved myself to sad fact that employment was not going to come easy. So I did what any sane human being would do… I made some toast. And then I set up a business.

ArtHub.ie is a venture that grew out of my own intentions to set up an art blog where I could continue writing about art and art history beyond college… keeping my eye and mind for art sharp, in case someone ever challenged me to some nerdy duel, if you will.

I spent two months designing the website from the bottom up, trying out ideas, failing, then trying them again and gradually succeeding… it was a long process. What resulted was a website devoted to promoting Arts activity in Ireland through the use of Social Media and on-line media of all types. By encouraging others to tweet and write about events we would then promote these voices in a discussion… esentially providing a place where otherwise scattered views on specific events and topics could be heard in one place. That place is www.arthub.ie.

As a result of all of this work, and actually finding some paid work in the mean time, I was forced to abandon my daily posts to this blog. Yet I would return often, checking out that everything was still working OK and people wouldn’t be viewing a pile of crap in a putrid corner of the web..

I intend to maintain this blog however. But It will become less of a blog and more of a professional band page.. something it ought to have been from the start really. A place where my music, personal writing and photographic/video work can have a proper home. I may even keep the podcast here, but either way that will always be available over on DirtyRadio, and is something that I never want to give up on.

This website is nearly 6 years old now.. and In The Black Box, as a personal initiative, is about 8 years old by my calculations… it is close to my heart and the single longest thing I have ever committed to. The changes that are coming are only going to strengthen and focus my creative output.. while my music and art reviews are set to continue on a website that is more appropriate.

In the coming months intheblackbox.eu will take on a new look and will be integrated seamlessly with daviddonoghue.com . No longer will the two be separated, and finally all of my creative processes will have a clean and dynamic home on-line.

I am very sorry for the web silence over the past while. I encourage you to find my writing over on arthub.ie from here on out. And return to this website for all new podcasts, music, photography and videos. The process is only beginning and there is some great stuff round the corner.

I personally cannot wait.

Will you be there?

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Summer 2011 Promo – Fresh Material

So far this weekend I’ve been working on some new visuals that are going to link in quite nicely with the music I have been keeping secret from your ears the past few months. But fear not there is a grand plan behind all of this.
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Latest Developments: Update

Hi all…

Been awhile since i sent an update so let me fill you in on all that has been happening.
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Sweet in Winter, Sweet in Rain (DarkSounds Compilation 2009)

The Latest compilation from the DarkSounds camp sees a fresh explosion of eclectic sounds reach out into cyberspace. In The Black Box opens the collection with the October release “Thirst” and the compilation just keeps on getting better and better from there on in!

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Black Lamp

It all comes back in many shades of blue…
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Diggin’ and Diggin’

Who knew a computer could make that noise… put it down and back away. Dig again another day.

So things get left to be done another time, and not even those that fall against the reality spectrum… their all just relative the plan as we know it. And why is it that my mind floats back to that image down by the still floating air. Nothing but a smooth ride and everything would change back to the way it was… that was all that was left to be done. Hold tight… find a high end and stay there till the water slowly drifted away. Simple really.

But was the flood so bad? Especially now when the world is so dry… a little water wouldnt hurt a parched brain… and little substance for the soul. .. we harked on about appreciating what you got… that thing that is everywhere… does that song still sing at the end of it now… or should we start it again… lets start it again…

…. yea you feel it…

…those vibrations are right around the corner.

Listening to some wonderous madness….

Dig in and stick your nose to the floor.

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Just as the Sun Peaks Out

There was yet another place I had to venture… cold and wet had never been so accommodating. The cool vibrations of Jazz and Revolutionary Funk, Southern Soul that would chill your heart.

I must break out of the mould… it is holding me down. And now that the beast has been slain, crawling green out of a hole in my head, the insane can catch their 100 z’s and lay another tune down to shed light on 10 years to come.

A mark has been made in the sand and goals are forever to be reached… only way to have it when your spitting fire and screaming nothing into outer space.

Everything floats equal there… speed is everywhere.. nothing to stop you, there is nothing. And we sit on white floors looking at black ceilings.. picking out the favourite million year old specs.. wondering what it feels like to stand or even just be beside that. Is there a noise there? Does everyone still want to drink tea even when they are orbiting Arcturus?

At any given moment the eclipse is about to happen… we just don’t realise it’s not that big of a deal

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Black box Radio Show No.08

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We open up with Re: Stacks by Bon Ivor, it was while I was listening to this tune that I came up with the idea for this show. This album, one of those heart wrenching break-up albums that perhaps says way too much and leaves the listener helpless to understand all the emotions the singer is expressing, is full of noise, raw noise.. sounds of feet shuffling, heavy breathing, fingers moving across clean steel strings.. you not only hear the music, but you see the room in which it is being performed, you can see his hand moving on the guitar and the wires scraping around the floor. This perhaps is mostly due to the method of recording live through microphones, however there seems to be an effort to leave it in, as in this song the track is extended after a pause of silence so that you can hear him stand up and walk away from the microphone…

That silence is interrupted by the Latin grooves of Gotan Project. This tune to me brings up the idea that “place” is not exactly just the room in which it is recorded. Sometimes the group or performer wants to express an environment or culture. The noises here are not natural, but samples of horses galloping and the ambient sound of a busy hall or street coupled with the Latin vibe of the music places the listener in an environment… gives them a fictional image and lets them create it for themselves.

John Martyn’s “I’d Rather be the Devil” creates space through it’s genre and his revolutionary guitar effects and pedals… the extended delay effects on Martyn’s guitar and the experimental Jazz bass and bongos give a psychedelic space… perhaps water, perhaps its simply an emotion or colour… of course this all depends on the listener and their own perception of the music. However it is music that creates images, and for me those images are of a place…

These first three pieces consist mainly of traditional musical methods, live instruments and vocal, perhaps it is easier to create the illusion of space and environment when all the sounds are themselves created live, through instruments that are real… so when we consider more synthetic music…

L.C.D. Soundsystem’s “Beat Connection” isn’t exactly synthetic, if anything it represents an effort to create a more live sounding dance music. However the effort put into giving this life, live drums and vocal…and then gradually including synths and loops… one begins to try and pick out the little bits, the sounds, what is real and what isn’t… multiple spaces are created by the various recordings being layered atop one another. The distorted vocals once again bring a usually natural element – vocals- into a more synthetic world. Essentially the imaginary places that we create in John Martyn’s “I’d Rather Be The Devil” are now allowed to be distrted… the place where we saw the initial live drumming has been twisted and stretched by the synths and now the place in which the music exists is abstracted.

However an abstract image created by the music isn’t only achieved by synthesisers and effects pedals… personally I get the same effect in Ludvico Einaudi’s “Le Onde” …. Italian for “the Wave” this song for me creates a simple musical representation of the movement of water. I took this recording from “La Scala” a live performance where we get not only the music itself creating the effect but also the performers own interpretation of the music at that moment in time. What we each see when we hear this song is completely personal to every listener, however, like poetry there is a clear effort by the composer to create a place… and he wants us to see it.

It is a sudden jump to Lightnin’ Hopkins… yet this song and Son House’s “Death Letter” bring in another element of the place. The former is simply an example of how a genre of music itself represents a place. The blues, the singer, the guitar, the bass lines and drum… the sound of black America… once again it depends on the listener… but this music creates images… the latter, an older and more raw recording brings in an authentic cultural element. The raw recording allows us to imagine the strings being pushed around by Son House, a heavy thumb beating on the bass stings and the bottle neck slide scraping of the frets… this acoustic and more carefree style adds to the imagination, and just like in Bon Ivor’s song at the start of the show, we want to imagine the place in which it was recorded. Also the stories being told by these performers create a narrative which we naturally want to piece together and create a story.

This narrative is taken to extreme and comical lengths with Bod Dylan and the Band in “Clothes line Saga” the story isn’t hard to follow, a mockery perhaps of the slow pace of suburban small town American life. Yet the Basement Tapes where this song is from, plays on the listeners interest in the history of the recording itself. The Big Pink, the house in which the Band lived and recorded in the Woodstock area is the very famous place where this song and many more like it were recorded. The raw sound adds to the listener’s fascination into their life at the Big Pink… suddenly the place is becoming more important than the music it seems. However it is hard to argue with the quality of music that was produced within those walls… the Basement Tapes and the Band’s own “Music from the Big Pink” standing as the best thing to come out of the Woodstock era in my opinion.

The twang of Robbie Robertson’s guitar is not far from the untreated and pulsing sound of Explosions in the Sky… their gradual building sound… and explosions of noise and sound feed on the listener’s imagination… when this band performed the original soundtrack to the classic American Football movie “Friday Night Lights” the music came to represent intense battles in rain and dirt, the images of football fields and intense dark skies interrupted by blinding flood lights. The softer parts of the songs expressing the isolation and wilderness of the vast empty plains in America’s southern states.

Fela Kuti and Africa 70’s “Monday Morning in Lagos” is an example of how the individual and unique qualities of place specific music creates the origin of the style itself. The funky rhythmic afrobeat sound and constnt chanting, in a language most have no knowledge of  still manages to create an image of Africa that is unique from any other genre of music, even African genres… the language barrier if anything seems to enhance this quality and I feel this is followed up excellently in the final track in this weeks show.

Not many people have any idea what is being said in Sigur Ros’ ambient, beautiful music. Full of emotion and feeling, people are naturally entranced by their ability to mix pure sound to perfection and cook up the tastiest and most delicious musical dishes. However for me, their sound has an effect that is much like that of Fela Kuti, or Son House… it is a quality that I seem to draw from Bjork and Emiliana Torrini’s breath-taking vocal qualities… it is an Icelandic sound. And in Sigur-Ros’ case it is purely sound when you let yourself relax into the music… the sonic landscapes are both abstract and real… while the sound seems too good to be real we tap into the reality that nearly all of the sound is from live instruments and vocal. And I would hope that everyone sees a landscape…some mountainside somewhere in Iceland… wild and pure, with a wind blowing grass around.

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Memory Boy

Those ripples you made went deaf in the sadness.. stopped by walls of workloads and duffled by the heavy blankets of tired eyes and ears…but brilliance you were and brilliance you will be again.. and where to start, and where to throw you in? Liking those familiar fabrics, ripples on the wall.. fire in the belly of the beast, waiting to engage again, waiting to feel that familiar  fighting spirit.. let loose, alone this time, waiting, hoping , holding onto the railing and swashing the foot out… you will connect with someone,

you need to have this and that, a plan, and the best ways of connection and retraction… if this is all that is available now… will you make do with the usual?

Workload

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April – Blend

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And in This
Grinding heavy sounds rip through the peace we had endured for so long… dust removed from the eyelids and ears given a fresh lick of paint for the new season…near misses and close encounters, this has got to be done or else the boat will surely be gone.

Get you fucking head out of your arse you ignorant excuse for a man..

….and then there was a release and an understanding… one forgets the happiness you can achieve near an open window on a beautiful day listening to Marvin Gaye whip lyrics of beauty and love round flowing rhythms and pulsing beats.. nothing can ever replace these days.

Muscles hurt.. all of them inside and out, missing the usual knowing i wont have to for long.

And the practice will make it perfect.

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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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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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19-365 (Multiple Vibration Reports)

The city swallowed me deep today – no energy, no life, my punishment for deep damaging grooves the night before – these forces will grow and this rigid structure will be destroyed. 

Head ached to the noises through my head and foreign tongues fell deaf on ears of disinterest…. yet there was light to behold when the snake spit me out once and for all.

Echoes from the night before ran through my eyes as my mind wondered towards forbidden noises.. yet keys were found the rewards were fantastic!

“The auld Triangle” – Bob Dylan and the Band

…before i knew it the vibrations of times past long forgotten within my local sphere were upon me… and i wondered how a voice so pure could fall on deaf ears for so long… hello Terry Reid.. welcome to my mind

Timetables may fall apart and pieces of sanity clear from all existance, yet in the wind are always echoes of reality and vibrations to keep you going.. one more breath one more step one more everything and before you know it its the next and the next…then its home time

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06-365

We have all got to start somewhere they say.. I started at rock bottom. It seems i have the fitness of an over-weight heavy smoker with a single lung.

But sure i had to start somewhere right? Its not like i have much else to do when the Sun is shining. The whirlwind of familiar faces from home left the place in a mess… and so for the first time in what seems like millennia we tried to return a little structure to our lives…fitness and cleanliness seemed like the best place to start..and neither were very easy..

I melted however back into my deep hole come sun down. There were vibrations to touch my hand against and new rhythms to let flow through my temples…and these sound drive me loose…in every nut and bolt. there is little i can focus upon the horizon when my head is beneath the soil… only the deepest can be heard when nothing up there works…

and through the wires we get word of money, word of sadness, death and life…

the party is in full swing and i am deep in Bass

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As We Look Into The Sun

I wait for it to come to me, I don’t want to but i expect it.. like an inevitable event that must happen because it is natural. I tried the other night, surrounded by friends, surrounded by music, by drink, fun, excitement, anger,evil thoughts happy thoughts, lust, envy and hope I tried but to force it seemed wrong, even if to others it is natural i just want to know you. I want to be able to get to THAT point when you know when i know when the whole fucking Universe knows Then the Universe can lay back into it, i can get used to it, we can enjoy it, and all is good Hope is home Lust is gone Happiness is surrendered to Bliss and the animal is asleep The zoo keeper has gone home, there is no longer disruption from his guests silence is the gift of patience, patience is truly costly worth it let it flow some day it will be over, and the animals will awake, the keeper returns, lust springs up from a hole in my heart, i will deny it i will deny that even and i will be sitting in a bar, surrounded by friends, surrounded by music, by happiness, by lust, by drink and drunkenness, by ups and downs, by envy and i will try again and i will find myself sitting here writing to oblivion hello oblivion I know how you must feel, for i feel empty too, i feel it deep within, screaming at me with nothingness. the roads have no cars, the tracks have no trains, the sky has no birds, the trees have no leaves, the grass no green, the dirt no roots, the roots no food, the food no minerals, and all because the sun doesnt shine in oblivion. We create oblivion, we create its friends, we need to create this, but why and where and why not? We deny sunlight….we create Oblivion. As we look into the Sun, we burn a mental image that will haunt us in our future darkness. We need to prevent this.. oblivion lacks hope…. as we look into the sun remember its hope hope destroys oblivion, hope creates leaves on trees, cars on roads and green on grass as we look into the sun we look into full . I wait for love, i got someone on my mind, i wish i had that, i wish she mae me wait, i have time, i hate it! When the band comes in….when the beat drops and the head explodes with light, my eyes drift into this oblivion, and it is this time and only this time that the light, the light of the sun is removed from my mind, because i am the sun and creation is in the music, movement is in the body and my eyelids hold the map to enlightenment. I follow it with every beat, the thumping drum is a call to the source, where music is spewed out raw, regardless of timing or volume, music is elemental. A string. A gust of wind, a tap… This bollox that i talk is simply to fill up the requirement…..i am eager to revisit the land of false reality and unquestionable truth! Music – As i look into the Sun

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