constraint + intuition. strange tunings + circumstance + things i find on the sidewalk. noise + drift + collapse.
the tuning is b - f# - b - f# - f# - a.
work-in-progress. consists entirely of sound recorded during a recent winter camping trip to smarts mtn in new hampshire (and guitar recorded the next day in the inter-zone b/w woods and all the rest). headphones strongly encouraged to mitigate the muddiness (everything recorded to mini-disc w/ relatively crappy mic in less-than-ideal conditions, must-keep-recorder-close-to-heart-so-batteries-don't-freeze-must-keep-fingers-from-falling-off conditions........)
what happened when i kept playing masters of war over and over. confusion is hope. (spring 04.)
slipping, hardening, becoming-given - contingencies transubstantiate into cultural assumptions. this song brings it all to the fore - the path to freedom - one listen is all it takes. (spring 04.)
a new song with elevator squeaks and a piece of metal between the strings. (fall 04.)
an old song, darkly soothing, soothingly dark. (fall 2001.)
[this piece, and the next 5, were composed for the soundtracks of short artist bio dvds featuring these and other contemporary photographers.] wandering in the dark by a river ... hours-long exposures, sitting alone with the shutter open in the middle of the night, while the lens painstakingly collects what little light there is ... "that sense of being alone in a vast space" ... slow-moving solo guitar establishes a full, bodily presence amidst shimmering textures that drift across each other, giving form to a sort of moist, fog-drenched sonic environment ... (spring 05.)
... the calais lace factories ... layers of percussive noise reminiscent of the stilted rhythms of industry ... not abrasive, though - instead, the beauty within the harshness of decay ... melancholy pacing, as the images even in their allure serve to mourn the "general deterioration" the passing of time has wrought on the factory and its workers. (spring 05.)
melanie pullen stages crime scenes using models done up in high-fasion style. they are usually alone, the victims, in some desolate 3-a.m.-in-l.a. kind of landscape. this track is built from samples of surf style, a night at the club constructed from cut-up convertibles cruising through the smog. (spring 05.)
goofy whistled melody over sugary classical gtr. sugary, like cough syrup. the coroner is stuck with you the morning after. (spring 05.)
light and twangy - for uelsmann saying something about how when he dies his prices are going to go up. (spring 05.)
minor-key ruminations for j.u.'s surreal nostalgia. (spring 05.)
first in a series of live (edited for length but no overdubs) experiments/improvisations with prepared guitar--this one involved a drumstick, a couple of pieces of metal, and alot of delay. r.johnson is a guy i've been talking to alot lately, a patient at a homeless medical clinic where i'm doing a music project. he's got a broken hip and he's tired of sitting still. (fall 04.)
a little less delay and a kazoo hanging from the neck. (fall 04.)
this one is on acoustic guitar, with sawing drumstick. coltrane is another of the clinic's patients. like almost all of them there, he articulates in precise terms a deeply felt personal sense of anger and betrayal for social and political circumstances that destroy communities and leave so many with so little. (fall 04.)
the city is sinking under water, what are you going to do but move the city? (fall 04.)
the artist lives in washington dc and plays in the improv duo THE CUTEST PUPPY IN THE WORLD. he's always looking for collaborators. visit his website for more, including a double cd set of improvised music (all available for free download). email him, tell him what you think.
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