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July – Slope

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Battery
This growing, this turning heaving and recreating the reality, the slow pace, the growing boredom, the slow trickle of light through the folds in the curtain, knowing that two hours ago was a good time, two houors ago was far enough, and now the flow of light is a mocking flag, its a stamp on my territory. Im too late, the boat has set sail and i am left in this sea of light, struggling to stay in the dry, dry and peacefull.

My options are coated in sleep, to embrace to swim and dive for the other side… huge planks of light floating between the darkness, flipping endless in the space, the ever-embracing sweet space of night. I would dive to save the day, i would dive to deny the night, and with it destroy that time i want, when i dont have the weight. When i dont have the distraction. When it is just understanding.. because there is nobody to explain to. .. and i want it that way – and that is my second sleep coated option.

Quiet suburban solitude.. a forest of silent brickwork, hiding the vulnerable unaware. I sit on cold windows waiting for the next disruption, if it comes… wondering how we can sacrafice this? Its not about productivity in the wider sense, yet we struggle to bracket our days between the setting suns… ours and theirs. Don’t forget to slow down, there is no need to pull the handbreak and crash…

I am sitting on this cold ledge, slowing down, and letting my head talk to me. I am being led, I am going to follow and listen, I am going to note and investigate… I am going to find the most important things here, so that in the future… when the suns are ticking away my time.. i will remember… that it is not the end.. I just want to slow down and look into the black.

There was another time.. half out the window, in another place.. my mind considered the possibilities.. thinking of why i was there, why i was still awake… listening… wondering if that familiar dum hum of distant activity would ever be achieved in the heart of  the system… it was sad.. there was no escape… and there should always be an escape..

 

I have escaped tonight. Been waiting for that for awhile

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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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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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Union Groove

You would elongate and emphasise the writings on the other side of everything. You would try and make THAT difference, you would try and bring a change. YOu would try and hold it all together. Unify.

You would sieze the day, you would sieze the money, the children the cars the holiday bonus, the justifaction, you would try and sieze it all. You would try and bring it all together. Unify.

And then

Its over.

Ah well it wasnt that much fun anyway. I ned to spend a bit of money and have my insides checked for wires…

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Round – Far Away – Circle

We step one foot this way and that…i can hear in my left ear… lets crack this bread head. One more go, one more try . and now my fingers are sore – thinking too much…breathing too much – Relaaaaaaax

So where is this? And what does it look like? Why exactly are we here trying to attain perfection with such a small thing? Surely i could be throwing shapes this way and that – on the face of things, on the face of these tiny metal sheets, we have lines and false promises.. this way that way, up and down…we will create the shapes you want sir, we will fill your wildest dreams with perfection.. more than mere pleasure yes? And we counted up from one, again and again, and we tried to forget the later numbers.. we would cry if the monkey was to pop up…i the world was to collide…lets now break our bread to this tune! Lets try and keep things to a minimum…minimum Numbers please minimum is maximum and where is that metal sheet now? Trapped – and i am running away from form – fuck the function…

the function is killing the true form.

the unplanned? lets not talk about that…lets just laugh at the fact that today a new form is available…its not based on numbers or on confidence…its based on opportunity outside of regulation – self appointed form – individual form – unprecedented, unregulated, unplanned form….and we kick it because we can …. we kick it for no reason but to kick it then….two seconds ago…. yes!

That was is… fuck that we don’t need a result of reason.. here on the forefront of yellow parks we fringe the youth of going strong going hard going as far as going goes and from that you have grown from that you have been in the heavens of our reason in the heavens of out unreasonable reason, our lack of reason, our painful …

stop… its not painful… thats why I’m stopping…its anything but…

these are the shapes of everyday… these are the shapes of today.

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Charged with Animal Totality

“it was just …you did your thing for the day…i did mine and then on a piece of grass overlooking the sea i just sat down beside you and had a sit…. and didnt say much for awhile”

I guess it works sometimes. You have to be real carefull you might find too much of what you are looking for. Sometimes we dont have to look and it finds us….yes thats what i said to you… and now you are bent double with everything holding you down.

will you hold onto that branch? dont let go now… because if you do everyone will let go too..

we will do what you do..

No! Dont be silly its not like that, you have more sense than that we know how you hold your head…we know how you love life, we know how you share everything.

Im waiting for that… you’ll let go. And we will all fall.

Can i offer you some food? Up hear on your back we have everything we need, you make it possible because you wont let go. we might even have a barbeque and invite some friends…we will tell heavy secrets and do even heavier deeds… and you will feel it on your back i am sure! All this weight…but you wont budge. And then the secrets will mate and have children…and lies… and the lies will develop and grow old and graduate…and all the people you hold because you are so generous…they will cry, and their tears will wet you skin…

…and you will lose your grip – not because you want to…it will just happen.

and everyone will fall?

And i will hold onto just one person..

and that person will be safe… and perhaps everyone else…

and i will hold on to my branch and wait for the tears…. they will come.

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