I particularly admire Anastasia Vronski's release "The Kursk". It has a dark, murky crunchy sound that is very inspiring for me. I asked her if she wouldn't mind contributing a similar track and for a split release with Grove of Whispers. She sent me her track "The Ice-Breaker" and some months later when reviewing a Grove of Whispers performance I realized "oh, this is the companion piece for Anastasia's The Ice-Breaker!"
I hope you enjoy it as I do. Thank you Anastasia Vronski for your inspiration.
...the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
The latest from Lezet. An experimental music project from Serbia. http://lezet.blogspot.com/ http://myspace.com/Lezet1 http://myspace.com/lezetmeld. Pozega,Serbia
The tracks on this EP are in themselves a form of musical accumulation- they are linear and gather different sound elements of disparate sonic quality as they progress, somehow lending themselves to a unified body of music.
I want to thank my students (#04),my neighbours (#08), a street gusle player (#07) and the rain that almost flooded my entire country (#06) for providing the accompanying sounds for this album.And a big thank-you to my dear friend Ken for making a brilliant remix (#03)
The thick fog enveloped his figure, a lonely form on a bridge overlooking the river below his feet.
The afterlife, it had to be better than this.
When had his descent into darkness begun? Had it always been there?
Whispering to him hauntingly, beckoning him to embrace it.
Desolate in the dark, surrounded by nothing but regret.
Wrong turns, the steps that seemed to go nowhere, climbing aimlessly.
Out of focus, feeling that there was something more but wondering, yes wondering how to obtain it, and if he could, maybe there would be hope.
Now just the bridge, in the city shrouded in fog.
A faint scent of perfume and then soft footfalls.
A delicate hand on his shoulder, and a whisper: "a dream of beauty is an illusion in a life of loss".
People have a lot more of the unknown than the known in their minds. The unknown is great; it's like the darkness. Nobody made that. It just happens.
The Night Land was performed live on stillstream.com March 17, 2013. Done using midi controller, Linux and public domain field recordings. Music fashioned using the buddhalizer --a virtual extension of the imagination.
Several variations were re-imagined over the following months. This is the original performance.
Looking back on it now I can see this was a key performance in the evolution of Grove of Whispers. Everything seems to turn inside out. What sounded like synthesizers could be field recordings, while that which sounds like field recordings (the wind for example) is completely synthesized.
Everything here is fashioned algorithmically or from field recordings (including a washer machine), some of which was processed via spectral manipulation into drones.
I had started along this path with the idea of using my own field recordings: manipulating, processing, abstracting them from their sources. Along the way I found that using other people's field recordings was (at least for grove) an essential part of this process of abstraction. Somehow when the recordings are mine I'm just too close to hear them in the way I need to.
When I heard this played back I thought "well that's nice, but I could do it better", what I learned from trying was to respect what happens in that moment of performance. This is one of those moments. I hope you enjoy it.
Always, it seemed to me when I awaked into the Future, into the Everlasting Night that lapped this world, that I saw near to me, and girdling me all about, a blurred greyness. And presently this, the greyness, would clear and fade from about me, even as a dusky cloud, and I would look out upon a world of darkness, lit here and there with strange sights. And with my waking into that Future, I waked not to ignorance; but to a full knowledge of those things which lit the Night Land; even as a man wakes from sleep each morning, and knows immediately he wakes, the names and knowledge of the Time which has bred him, and in which he lives. And the same while, a knowledge I had, as it were sub-conscious, of this Present—this early life, which now I live so utterly alone.
All sounds invoked by Luciftias
Basic tracks recorded at Ritual Xul on 15 May 2011
Additional editing performed on 1 October 2013
No keyboards were used in this recording
Live sounds constructed with electric guitar & eBow with various effects
Post production utilized additional effects treatments & time stretching
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
CDRX a citizen of Elgaland-Vargaland began making music in 1996. He started as Cereal Killer and does audio manipulation and mixes using sound bites, field recordings, loops, distortions and harsh noise. CDRX has created and released a number of cds via his own label Bad For Health Records. "I listen to a lot of industrial, ambient and concrete music but also metal, folk and pop."
He takes his inspiration from the likes of Nurse With Wound, Pierre Henry, Final and Aidan Baker and many more.
There are experiences that most of us are hesitant to speak about, because they do not conform to everyday reality and defy rational explanation. These are not particular external occurrences, but rather events of our inner lives, which are generally dismissed as figments of the imagination and barred from our memory. Suddenly, the familiar view of our surroundings is transformed in a strange, delightful, or alarming way: it appears to us in a new light, takes on a special meaning. Such an experience can be as light and fleeting as a breath of air, or it can imprint itself deeply upon our minds.
This album, a collaboration between Seetyca and Christian Doil is a submarine journey through the ocean of the mind. In the first half seetyca dives with the listener into unfathomable, dark romantic and poetic realms. While in the second half we climb from darkness back to the surface and to life. Imagine the play of light through the bubbles just outside the porthole of your mind's submarine.
To me style is just the outside of content, and content the inside of style, like the outside and the inside of the human body—both go together, they can’t be separated.
This album started life as a series of experiments in new ways of generating drones. The experiments proved successful but took me to a space I had not planned to go. I've been listening to them more than any other music for several months now. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
I was listening to them once and turned them off thinking I might be disturbing someone studying:
"I hope this music wasn't bothering you."
"Oh, that was music? I thought it was the air conditioner!"
I had thought to call it "Music for Air Conditioners". A cute title but it does nt seem to resonate for me the way "The Sheltering Sky" does.
Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote that my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t meant it as a compliment, but it was. It was a fine compliment. Only he didn’t know it.
According to ancient and medieval science, aether is the material that fills the region of the universe above the terrestrial, or sublunary, sphere. This sphere was the realm of changing nature. Beginning with the Moon, up to the limits of the universe, everything was permanent, regular and unchanging – the region of aether where the planets and stars are located. Only in the sublunary sphere did the powers of physics hold sway. To go "beyond the aether" is a metaphor for transcending the very limits of the all that is known and unknown.
Like a wave in the physical world, in the infinite ocean of the medium which pervades all, so in the world of organisms, in life, an impulse started proceeds onward, at times, may be, with the speed of light, at times, again, so slowly that for ages and ages it seems to stay, passing through processes of a complexity inconceivable to men, but in all its forms, in all its stages, its energy ever and ever integrally present.