Meanwhile: On Growth and Form
[bandcamp width=350 height=470 album=137761198 size=large bgcol=ffffff linkcol=0687f5 tracklist=false] <a href="https://ongrowthandform.bandcamp.com/album/meanwhile">meanwhile by Jorge Boehringer</a>
sounds for empty rooms
music for emptiness or
empty rooms for sound or
rooms for empty sound or
empty sounds for rooms
I made a synthesiser and plotted a trajectory that it followed in its own way. I threw away something. I listened to the rain on the window on the roof. I went down the wooden ladder. I recorded all this as it was happening, to a four track tape, then flipped it over and did it again. The wooden ladder creaked. The wind outside drove the rain into the window, which smashed its particles on the glass. Sine waves with smooth envelopes don’t mind which direction they flow in, and neither do I. I am partial to phasing. These partials are phasing. They only half exist. Throw something else away. I suppose some of the rain is reversed too. A similar thing happened again. Twice and then both times. Where mixed together. Not thrown away. Instead, later: played back.
flip it over
released November 6, 2020
Core of the Coalman: The Winding
A little melody is made by the wind, and winds up different in different weather. It wakes up on different days and puts on a different suit, it goes out in different weather and has different conversations with friends, hears different birds (and fish). It writes these down in different tunings, and teaches them to an owl. When the owl sings it back at night it sounds different, and when Anton Yamaha sings it, its very peculiar. Nevertheless, everyday the melody thinks it is all the same. It feels like the year is a record with its grooves played down, played, like John Prine sings, “so many times that the memories are worn. ” But what the melody can’t understand (because it can’t really hear itself only ‘catch’ itself offsides, the way we catch our shadows), is that there never was any original, only variations each becoming, and each one original, each one part of itself. Sometimes even less: just a landscape to project itself into, and landscape it is also part of, becoming as any part of it becomes, and shared by all the parts, all of us if you want to.
released September 30, 2020
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