Saturday, August 21, 2010

bagatelles pour un massacre

“In the leg of a dancer the whole world, its waves, and all of its rhythms, its irrationalities, its aspects are inscribed!… Not simply jotted-down!… The most nuanced poem in the world! moving! Gutman! Everything! That ineffable poem, warm and delicate which is a dancer’s leg in balanced movement is in touch, Gutman my friend, with the soundings of the very greatest mystery, which is God. Which is God himself! Quite simply! That’s the gist of what I’ve been thinking! Beginning next week, Gutman, after the end of the term, I no longer want to work save for the dancers… Everything for dance! Nothing outside of dance! Life has laid hold of them, pure…has taken them away…given the least impetus, I would go off to lose myself amongst them…for the rest of my life…scintillating…undulating…Gutman! They are calling me!… I am no longer myself… I give in… I don’t want to be tossed away unto eternity!… but unto the source of everything…of all the waves… The reason for the world is there… nowhere else…

To die by dancer!… I am old, I am going to die soon… I want to crumble away, keel over, dissolve, evaporate, turn into a cloud…in arabesques…in the void…in the fountains of the mirage… I deserve to perish in the most beautiful way… I want her to whisper upon my heart… It will cease to beat… I promise you! See to it Gutman that I am close to the dancers!… I want to pass away well, as does everyone, you know…but not in a chamber pot…but by a wave…by a beautiful wave…the most dancing…the most touching…”

Thursday, August 19, 2010

more more more

new joints;

Enjoyable Saxophone Music By... Jon Lorenz and Body Morph tape
Side-to-side wild reed styles from Body Morph and Jon Lorenz (tenor mango from bell abuse kings, Wasteland Jazz Unit). My jazz history teacher would have certainly not been into this, the look on his face of deep despair and emptiness, no hope... all is lost. C30 in an edition of 50.

Body Morph - "Muted Me" tape
Muted saxophone... to some it is just the horrid sound of dampened, choking, tuneless attempts at what seems like reed music. I dunno, what do you think? C20 in an edition of 40.

Weird Stuff vol. 3 tape
Another C90 packed with weird stuff from the studio. A lot of confusing noise. Not exactly clear on what all of this really is, however it includes; Black Leather, Leeches, Pure Skull, Body Morph, and White Boss. C90 in an edition of 40.

Starfox tape
Hyper-driven, raw, jet-engine blasts from the duo del cerebro known as the Starfox. Burke and myself at the controls of a white-hot splash of howling electronics, shattered space, and abrasive tangles of wire and sax. C30; edition of 40. note: this is the same material that was originally sold on tour as a deluxe double cassette

Criminals - "Wistful Chubby Genius" tape
Andy and Leslie's fragile, jittering array of unnamable source. A forest of buzzing machines, dead electronic signal, and maybe some kinda real instrument played at some point? A colorful and confusing dip into the criminals' mind. C30 in an edition of 50.

... in the catalogue.