Archive for March 2012

Luciftias - Dronosphere II

2012-03-25
Buddhist on Fire Release: BOF-020
Number of tracks: 1
Genres: Drone
Format: MP3
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Visit The Artist: Luciftias
Cover: Ayn Morgan Photo: renwest
Direct URL: Luciftias - Dronosphere II
Review at archive.org: BOF-O20

This piece created especially for Sadayatana Podcast, where it was heard on show number 68, "Pandered in Whispers".

Recorded on February 1, 2012 using guitar, eBow, and various effects. Additional modifications, including brainwave synchronization, were made on February 13, 2012.



It feels like a moment I've lived a thousand times before, as if everything is familiar, right up to the moment of my death, that it will happen again an infinite number of times, that we will meet, marry, have our children, succeed in the ways we have, fail in the ways we have, all exactly the same, always unable to change a thing. I am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when I feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, I awake.

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (2002)

Luís Antero - Sadayatana (a tribute)

2012-03-07
Buddhist on Fire Release: BOF-019
Number of tracks: 1
Genres: Field Recording, Soundscape, Ambient
Format: MP3
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Visit The Artist: Luís Antero
Cover: John Tocher Photo: FM Era
Direct URL: Luis Antero - Sadayatana (a tribute)
Review at archive.org: BOF-O19

A tribute to Sadayatana from field recording guru Luís Antero. Thank you Luís.

Luís Antero - field recordings, electronics and electric guitar Recorded in january 2012, in Oliveira do Hospital, Portugal This soundwork is a tribute to Sadayatana, a radio show curated by John Tocher www.luisantero.yolasite.com



Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (1949)