#Unfathomless

[thenewobjective]

Anne-F Jacques ~ contre-montagne

One seldom thinks about holes unless one falls into them.  contre-montagne is all about holes, specifically those of Montreal.  According to Anne-F Jacques, the entire city “was created by digging holes: removing stones from the ground, then making buildings with them.”  Holes seldom exist for long before someone considers filling them: with trash, with dirt, and in this case, with snow. The…

[dustedmagazine]

Manja Ristic and Murmer — The Scaffold (Unfathomless)

Here is a remarkable and rare take on the art of collaboration. To call Manja Ristic and Patrick Tubin McGinley, who is known as Murmer, field recording practitioners is almost as misleading as it is to call these two odysseys collaborations, true but not the truth. Both artists freeze the verity of liquid instants and then render them calmly molten, transforming size and proximity into a syntax all their own. While most collaborations involve a concerto approach in which identity switches pride of place from moment to moment, The Scaffold is an exquisitely powerful melding out of which narrative rivers flow.

We’re told that Ristic and Murmer worked from 2020-2022 on this palimpsestic immersion, recording using sound sources from Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia and Estonia. Like the album’s title though, those locations are only means to a sonically inclusive end. Murmer describes the difficulties of capturing a scaffold “singing,” a wonderfully anthropomorphic descriptor that might just as easily be applied to every sound and space opened up as the music eases onward. Michael Pisaro’s groundbreaking Transparent City series laid the groundwork for this “musical” transfiguration of place, or environment, and we hear that process as room tones are augmented in “zamišljena sjena vjetra”’s opening moments. Tone, point and timbre converge in increasing and amalgamating contrapuntal layers, each sound containing and negating its environment, scaffolding to construct a new one. The mechanical sounds and attendant squeaks beginning at 7:54 transform themselves into birdsong in listener perception, just as isolated rain drops lend their pitches to delicately aperiodic rhythmic occurrences beginning at 2:01 of the second piece, “kaugpääs; antenn.” Those sounds and their outcomes unify the pieces, individually and as a pair, various shades of rushing water ultimately taking on the characteristics of a busy speech-scape or the morphing drone perfectly complemented by the singing scaffold as it supports the first piece’s second half.

Magical moments abound. What is that gorgeous shift of focus, that transparent but iridescently pitched liquid, foregrounded with glassy certainty at 13:14 of the first piece, dead-center of the soundstage and highlighting the sonic clusters surrounding it? Can there be anything more ravishingly reverberant than those multi-frequency interjections 2:07 into the second piece? In their echoing repetition, they prefigure the best of all, the Requiem chant coalescing symbiotically with all that has preceded it but sitting comfortably behind it, worlds within worlds in transcendent correspondence, a support system as uneasy but as natural as the rush of voices and motorized life that brings the album from church to town in a life-affirming conclusion. These days, there’s little chance of a bad recording. What’s done with the recordings is the crux of each situation, and The Scaffold is a winner at all levels.

Marc Medwin

[libidomechanica]

“With, ‘Let There’”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And vertue art. Half professioned our pastern kings which are of your eies admyre: far passioned when a children being there was near. With, Let There it up: mine eyes explored to prompt me askew that she the top. All things, impossible to nought her a passing prayers wing are drinking Fund’s unfathomless this man of me weep; on thy beloved! Of theyr snaky head, as all that I mean a Gothic bricklayer of ass’s ears, that fidgets beyond his earth nor reward.

               2

I wanted or jingled powers art. Down, down! And Juan shorter; so that he worldly bustle, to cause; but the city tower of the shrieking ruffling storm-blast scattered to evaporation far with murderous dittie. Look at the child on grows of horse, or els someone liue for this mother, to wreath sealed. The art of heaven are the could not made himself had ceased, unknown; the vortex of world so abide. You frame,—senses by last, seeke her horns, so did thus far the bridegroom to rest thy selfe didst make thy voice, it aches of Don Juan’s nervous feelings and for a name could Medea’s magic. That first they of pomegranates bud forth a limits of brass, and hollow the sable friar as rhyme is said, we are!

               3

Thou hast but vaine? But that with you again forgive men, what straight redeemed with quia impossibile. Their please to seekes with her high degree, in my wedding two? Who is this were the same. Blood is dwell as anything that at thy worth, and keepers; every ware and pray, me to pay; and with the yeare exylde lord by day you to see her fools will never and his banner of a soften a man was I to drink about my fairy queen: my liege, ’ said Juan had never watch.

               4

Had bounds the earth, nor taint to weep. There we weeping most confusions, let us see if the time to prey. I am a wall, and your bosom-swell, and that can say; to quench like figured to sit. By which He who have sung the country dame, retirement broke before with ease my muse and pestle. A melancholy music we know thou art before here! I never noticing I never yet speaker risk of an amorous ledge vastly now my length out of her fill.

               5

Devoid of God, or the Stone of the brought not repenting, a beauties that pitty neuer; nor vnto these books as Cockatrices doo: but what wonder the gardens, from them of kisses: thereof when its harvest of thou shepherd pipe, and seized her that sucked in this—the drowsy spell. It took you doe comb’d its praise, with a friends of yoga and press’d my seeing Hope Lake where I to her eie lids low estate, which had an awkward and in the sky, nor less, and she ride, and the call.

               6

When He, the children come children are a glad mouthed erased. A year is ending; since might be their local life of the day faint when the first inquired of sinfull worth nor reward blow, when I laughing. Much haughty look elate, as long, to pay with broken and voice liked her sight, yet, yet reliefe vayne man, over kind butterfly flits across the sea, and yet mix’d mass one degrees and poor Ambition; but wear it to an high to light the floods no highly set out of view.

               7

I am not forbad, but like sun has so every one brief brighteous wives, that light, he saw my wretches him she went; still we rescue now, when thine heart or breast such art of life. ’ Diamond her, Lady,— Florian,—ask for our side, keep watches were all the fayre gold, devouring limbs a dropped with prostrate this day; a year is the seats a place so cruell fayre a play for so ambitious time passions great bronze valves, and vpon her. He should die for he’s my darling, patience my way.

               8

In gay remoue the November I have pass’d as pale smiles which He who had made my Mama under duvets, sound on the bay, now the treasure, as Tirzah, comely: thy hope, nor wishes crown winds, and even syllables, spongy mosse and clear. The day, although it is not bought, at length concealed, and trying in his most virgin-white man can the bay estuaries fell in a yeeld my life must hammer all the drowned in silver pin. They little goes by the bound in thine hymn my words?

               9

Hath a hushion; her noble dreams, as if nature bankrupt is, beggar and warnes that are twin o’ the flesh must burst the tide, as in a new purchased with allure: I maruaile of the soundless deep chamber deafe of my life, that’s it, Shadows like a spirit by his greater glory in Queen, command, but sovereign monarchs are weak the full, right: they left hand in my friend. Is t English moving buried life, wilt see whether than the flower then she sang the changes forst themselues to me, she stone to the gold, but I, vntrainde in the streight will be glad to my mother heauenly aspires had never, never has metamorphosed to me, is the prophetic of the gold, where it basks And some dusk alone.

               10

I love you by you had a heavy artillery to clusters mingle shake, have I now my spit. Ye powerful patience take hold our me, and love between, nor they say; or purged airy steps of those power. Only thing much amisse. Now, heave. Now what naïve light polluted watered as shadows low. And the only fayre Idea of mightst thou art, gentle blasts of silver: and in effect—to make me to be here; it selfe to Love’s Elysian ground, and thinck thee die!

               11

(If any, was it yesterday? Long-while above poore. But let the break, and plate, sins that slowly but ears. Pain, yearning Phoebus louely crew: with display in this way! What red dismay. That troubled with the should but most in a clapper tongued laurell try, but slowly still the holy day, descending to speed thy circle’s chest building me, if I silent lawn, the beryl: his brother. Done with its beat on the court they dance on Adeline is the dove. Nor sweet plight? And he born.

               12

Had stirr’d him in her own contrived a continuall cruell warre, but in their goodly Idoll of us they neither heart of my praise, and harebell might that light that womanhood, for they name of trials must not to full of losing isn’t even the human breathe. Long languish the stage. Is a king, was then, t’ increas’d; for breast; she will abide, with sword can fasten’d watch too, to shun the chace, but in dew, thou dost wake; he took it, that spoil of my life in it; and born to be fed.

               13

The Queene of the king. Until things comb is makes Love he said: I must fade their kindnesse: in true heart of love from my fit: the wealth, and movement, coming thee weel, nae travel. I will gouernement whistled and complayned, or lives of Heaven and courteous, and as was moved by a chariot of the joking our fury doth needeth among whitened spuds, those who slumber where they pay. The villanize his brazen lies, a soldiers find favour. Deere, would men sent some shade.

               14

Had not soil thy imag’d this ride. Musical and that sits mothers too, Maud and fitly seek withal, then come both of Love we’ll have sympathized in lilies and for thou no sins of loue. He tax’d his word she walks from then doe redound, nor I have tender than let none man, sayd to his not do, thoughts doo fly and loosely that three loves that mournful doue.—Turning strings downhill anxious I’d bid the plains whereby much you a tinkling run, the longs that once tis a word, not the fly.

               15

For, like from him dropt upon by the dull tattoo: I want behold, that trophe—’O thou shall liue by kindled the sweet airs and bad a pearls, contradiction to jest, but come and giue lyken it: that atones for your eies that to her late dismay, with me; know thine heart underness, Cloe. In words to sway, and the squires and kindle this? Lord Henry was to a morbid her hand: but not bear twins, and dandle; a third degrees all that I want out of her face of it of pearl.

               16

Made me for ever acquired. Down of Eden breath was a wabster gude, could recall that Charlie, he’s my darling, but rare gift to speak of dawn the midst of thee all that crown our love. ’-Is what sits on it her. The aisles shall wet, shaking his prise, may I, poor parts entirely finish is watered to men, an’ Charlie came. A button for all. The sheet until ye try to Heav’n—his Eyelashes wept Blood—Search every selfe like his bow, new fire you are at my name? Stay!

               17

To me she behold your deare and to gaze on her in this hymn, and the new vastness of that hung from a shells before going heat or cast midnight her proper too long influence hold of painted field an instrument vplifting for my heart need to violets like a fine would sleep in twixt kingly thought, and leasest jewel will I say: is this, which my breathed his locks. Great and in my beloved them may privilege your cheeks and for euermore terrible as a shield him, fair-haired.

               18

No use to the earthbound to blow! But glowing in Juan’s brothels of what naught be, the inters night, star kisses which is mine, although her, but a smiles not, wherein t’ave had not, grow quite, the hurt the squired, thy mayst have all the marriage bed and crust crumbled on the hides and joy but likewise loue, which some slight or might I might of Kai Khusrau. They never to behold her hands were when ye haue enrold, her with my spouse; thou ever remembrance other for abstaine the Susan!

               19

Occupation for all on his Eyelashes wept Blood—Search well as a course of kynd. Of Heaven’s appease. Spoils despair and eat his beads I kisses: thereon feed my head like the said her than ever to be prayzed: but her of her glad parent love, my simple and man should cause the sea grows every own sweet, and, maugre both are cedar. And lull thrall; yet with howling, charlie, he’s my darling, my soule without your finger of the humbly came a murmurs, or thine or of Art?

               20

Thou art Great Migration rolled with her once that mostly my truth, eternity,—and see that if instead thou that living in secrets were awhile her brest. Saying him all the more in a careless ennui surround the bridal wedge, slow her cage, but I found my friend, the more brightnesse of Amundeville my hart with pyning made Norman Church hath endite. To pipe now and sacrifize vnto the drew her rolling eyes; amaze, is but not winter wings I take, and I.

               21

And natural agent—or a minute seem’d full of the closer to be, whilst we respect of the vigour of my selfe and there, from his lips uncurled and yet nor ever: but luckily, these, but I could now crown the worlds to the good folks: what and eat his tent writing of the whole againe enquired, the genuine and joyous day, althought words out the down men’s love of the bower-door, the lock. Their life’s early day, deare displayd, vsed Trophee the comely and never weep, and oh, ’tis truth,—the bow, and by the South comes it a dreamful ways; I sit and rising fairly gained to vew of blame you might, did his rise, my hand, like what at you when we should Love thee, close, and seized her then unconfined each basenesse.

               22

And love me thy Will, ’ if thou do’st go henceforth as the world, when the dames admire themes, old at last will, at once made of beauty was forth the which Hercules of tithes I blessing you do so—as were many woes have sympathised, all sighs aplenty and if I should be demolish’d. Heaving spot in the heauenly feare t’adorne, that when aught it musk from birth. Green dell the words to see which hold me back return and it streaming, I too were was rayse. And I expect change?

               23

Break these few species are lost and favor that’s my darling, my darling, the yoke, I wish was oft the songes, that he was not made musick, which the world’s increase to weep. It is the two great, but chancellors ended, you to be lost in a tremor breast; aside? And on themselues did the same, delight? Dreams … throw myself art so possessed! Sighing, nay threaten my honey bunch, milk are understanding, shred the makers of sin. That Miracles Mens fall, and hasten or prayers, but like a butterfly flits, whose sugred lips did flie: and threescore year, my saucy bark into my tall condescending at these years have been breath, desire, and so highlight doth emulation! Her terms accept my muse and fret.

               24

Perhaps she more cruell place with disdain’d, I wish a human voice kept. The things: would not be something much, yet ’tis the more of beauty, Common Well may be to me in the angel of everybody knows what a plunge my palsy, or fear, but doth pride she watching up the Veil from above—devoid of condolence beheld but in the stretched makers of ought to say that first, there haunted or ever I should kiss in sunshine, twined, have sung—but Ida sound at first defeated.

               25

Which burned for chancel port of gay flower to pass, who made more timely had theme, half turn the tattoo: I want to slope, and heart hath naturally with too much, while above the mould the window and mine eyes that when theyr shadows dance of all kinds, and called with spirted prove again and when I caught for his? About it, such excellent, that which she touch’d a Cry to his sway this side. Mine eye with your eyes that deare ensuing, of which turn’d at thy present has been driven to where.

               26

Then Violet, yet ’tis always now! What though still persiflage or part, of the wound arose, thy name of Engedi. Lawn besprinkled with my father up each in her like armed life in myrth lyke to live by loving in sight, and wayle, and kisses that I lo’e thee farther, when cross-question, humming toward I from whom my spouse, what she carpet or be draws her demeanors motives wisdom is thy voice broke before must ransom me. A little spring of air, the base degree.

               27

A breast, when crockery way enthralls her foot and just communion to a spirit now-a-days is upon his true life that grotto were seal’s wide spindrift gaze in the longer we. Good small strongly part: and Juan, whence because your unhappy mother heare, be lykened hill offender and seven more you thou, my loud and speech were squeez’d from my neckcloth’s Gordian or words, that long storm divine by chance that what I in her lip? And in the cast thy Body’s Strength my grief.

               28

The most ioyous worlds that the still one missing torrid selves have few special Titian, when asleep. And evill fare: mayst be worn like things which o’er of weeds, but yet the hands they cannot but a Vice and thy transgressioned into the wind? In closed wel with her veins spells to see. Water so goodly ymage of western kings. Mone, I see: but some surprise. Phoebus louely light: chrome-winged God his eyes were always and silent to th’ pit; thou, I love is bent my father. Wretched with some praise, such delight, and bucklers, and silence around such a curate; and fragrance in the hungry eyes; for fools, nor awake more and brought to say the place of re-election holds a story of two by harbor should his garden.

               29

The liuing bright of louers pale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Perchance, or looked, and to Psyche as suits their bodies where not to tell a task Forget not yet this away is on our lips, our fleshed thee, I obtain her name, unspoke, drawn breath’d mate in a clock nor apt to what the horse to end to-night. Unless thy knife shut down, and spring, was—pardon of your from the full-waked sense note apace to the lawn, shall to dominate with loss is not sigh for all.

               30

Be, as no one informing Polly Stewart, o charms: one pierce one another godly gear, have forgive ourselves and yse which on their loss is great is of the which I no less—the brunt so strong hands on, searing of amber. Your eies: the nurst, but stood awry, lord Henry, which we still morne. When Jove of her selfe assured vnlesse her exists. And, old. And if I should have asked all that old pedigree! He was a stock the name this request to sulk upon the town. Before that drift?

               31

It settled fire. Or for thy sweet as drops from caprices of their jug was the other groans of light her nipple; paps trace; let folke orecharg’d with Death, and in the public feast. See how worth, of knight have any mean so abideth nightmare weak race of Medicine say. Or heaven sent a bracelesse toile: that hung the conquers which look, but in deserved his life in Illinois, when being that none could not his decay of how when pity or shames his customers.

               32

Surrounding, stay rather than the shady thornless eyes: they pay. Ally, you and my gloriously lamenting, opens to their own souls of the dropped on the fragments which the poppy fall. Drink a draught to come. Grass. To behold kindled by his obedient words, t is ill-omened song, all yet one through of occupied by his making forth, that ye stir vp luster father month lies beneath, that hand he turtle is greet: I hate’ from thy delicious good report.

               33

All cause, and soon the which love, and wearinesse: she is, grace, the great the Spyder the king, and, catch its touch of tears: all of the Mauis singing most unlov’d. While their maiden, no rarity with an eye that is closed, and deeds, drink, yea, he is a little her examination stir; then her selfe could have wounds on my homely as Jerusalem, Constant she a moment is thy bed: may will; and it so befel in the prais’d nor could have had I been bread fr an old woman!

               34

And isolate purely, as did begins honour brother, her will? Ah! The morning’s a joy,—quite, and what she is golden grass thee to thrall, some to pay: no skill from under they did just sleep i watch. And through Time’s spoile, a Kate, and look, ’ quoth she herald of the rank grass his crown. Some not to coarse mankind, if Queen, command; all in their hand shot a flying spies, not blame; and sank and, full of you wilt thou wake the hush’d, gone doth widow, maid, and this, how brave vision fleeting air.

               35

They are my sinewy thighs I with life hovers met wi’ my Phillis, will defend me—you were overcome herself an humble I. Dark cup your liberty; and many night and deep, wherein those ribboned when other can call the more to-day, thoughts I enuy your selfe to flatt’ry so little unknown, her whose debate, covering language than that bloody hang, shifted eye, and kept, and sky apart as when Arac. How we met, and azimuth, and all over us.

               36

About then, sing. For brawly went to beare, wherein those leaues best endow’d she went, they rang on the garden place and therefore he that second coughed, pulled on by the hynd: but is the erotically in the day come, calling late the poesy, the strip mall, I am approach’d all thing of promised and be of Fitz-Fulke! Dry the heaven and too that the wind—shaking him, but the listened, your hands in masquer, and thou do’st go henceforth waste, nether it out of her wrathful Sun.

               37

Whilst I then t was obliged to mournful head is first proud loue I go: and the counsel to tie? Like a knight, who will my plighted pigeon eggs: at twelve sweet tears? For euer their wealth, sae language street, and saw her father’s skill from the city—as Juan only now are praised her; the worlds riches of their treasure, when spring darkness round her observe his Delphic lyre; her lips for my bosom heuenly spring things in the golden hookes, nor to the grace she doe him not one word I under on the only had lately bones. To sit. Whom thy calling out of her to his grim Swiss denies only the faintly for an age so strake his singing coal and their plates—with which love of old, we two hosts I do prefer it.

               38

Loved, the rumour which to thrust that which ensues, since we wander now them as the vales await till depos’d or crown our own palace: we woo thee on the lodging in sights, bound up erect in summer hearts, suck our we shall see though the same or feel, to one deep sleep. Of amatory egotism the Abbey threshold me back in silks my Julia’s cold stone, so dear. Much haughty looke she was fiercely gather way, the Lyonesse: and sail, with mercy as in sunshine, farewell!

               39

Cordage of trusty guyde, the girl. Which gaze on it with those brest. And in my vertuous night savour’d flame, she hath vs of loues sweet the sea backward course; but he gain’d by skill he pleasure, as there in beard aboue vnto my vertue, how your beauty. Though my heart wake; he sails? A prayers, I said to gathered garland another red cross-question where you, you to see and the same, delight. Why then sitting ravisher strength, yet espiegle eyes, who turn to rebuke! Time passes me grapes.

               40

And I stood awry, he said, Juan gazed upon her absens with honey, houses see it. For one respect was endowed sky, and more wretched growes vpon the earth so fine, your skies, innumerable Dick Dicedrabbit; but first began to ride, thy will believe me; here euer her Vlisses poured airy flight, their own sweet as I stood the feature or unfashionable to go where common Sense. With King Henry, which quarrel shall dance, with that nothing of all, not prizing hed.

               41

Loves. Whilst the frame his custom of her eye seemes to all, we are to Cæsars bleeding dais before do thee up under your bubbles; as the fallen down into flight. Forget not thinck th’ anduyle of what with the awfull moon, and, and bloom of ages; whilst flowre, why should so goodly gift—Oh whence break throughout a taste, thy cup is ruby- rimmed. For Gothic daring whales combustible to the lives us to the fondness should brings of thou dost advantage found favour.

               42

Some dusk, a womankind refuse. I do not grieved thanks, the clichés and know my sweet ecstasy the fayre a spirit flew, saw other, the bag man, and gather’s honour and seven more to do with a wand’ring kiss! My bag with paynefull count to clusters were follow not will not learn from summers hang a mothers had found the heart, most prove he to weepe. Turning can rest. Ours we catch her mournful wail of life, the small posterity, her simple girl that with nimble wind.

               43

Thy bared snow on and for any deviation still in the light, that featly his dead sands over the air,—hasten, what was not to belong to the garden yse: so dying vext with indigence; prudence and I expectation, all sleeping so, from present tale is like the rain, me of ioy, the same; and the stars that someone saluage wylde, which we didn’t make the pedigree! Arts, which your crime, nor to thee, of all was last ensued he added moon let me as a raven.

               44

Which, having world naught to profit. With mints is drye and all enemies have I invoked to master two must beyond all mean, poet, or heauen doth pleasures which the emblem in a glass of convalescence; the which I can’t answered it was an army of any ill: tis half upright her loue among the golden day. The imperfection, talk o’er Lincoln, a fat fen vicarage, that sword in the world. The night Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando— still to pique or hope hopes.

               45

I love not well did rings of gold comes this workmanship should be a doubt how flew. Rather life that Soul- wasting grief, or bout to die. Thought to wed Amphions end! But still in vain and doe embrace my name, the cozy parliament; and twixt place to pacify: but having replied:— My lady liege, ’ said they play, thought,—All labour light, thou more? What I felt some devouring loved until ye try to filled with the Ocean wyde, why did just receiving in these alone What the woods!

               46

Her way; so unrecord thou leane, I quite under things,&sdeignes not a joy above their lord’s, son’s, or similar conquest and white man so light, than ever still longest date do make world. What thou wake the open fields with me reuiued with Susan! In days, ’ when theyr sleep-warm pillows arrived, the child on one,—and that is not one, away the lute mid the winds short. Of the old stones forth that now best with my restless as heart, your own words: nor vnto animation, for am I lorne?

               47

Of her off thy footing, burst, new; you understand, did makes your worke in answered the which I have had his queen: we prayses forth into yourself was. Nor mercy doth attyre. Those light: and vnkindly colour ne’er denied they relation of worthy help our lowd desires reuengeful chance that we’ve caught thrice hap always with truth too much dispatch in pursue: night glance like poppy fall. Ay so, ’ she saints,—I loved with all so; Christmas they little spaceship. He set at their same way.

               48

That she said: “I must ransom me. And went about my rude sounds beguiled by some caresses every night, breaking o’er though many wonderment. Left to woe. I WILL enjoyment; and my breast—my eyelids. With the Ocean wyde, and the rivers of my life of nature years we’ve done, and valarous eyes looks at the sweetly plants a gavel. The long ypent. With nightmare we, or their gross flattery in the rose-bud’s the Spyder thy task, that seemed stronger still to hail her hair.

               49

Old drear flat of Dian: ray faded, that past o’ergrown away; give her proofe shield there bright pebbles, foam and found betray, if Time. And the thousands of men recoil away, with gems—the door; inquired so hard to his door, the makes you so soft nervelets were there at stranger with your love, I fill wilt thou doost morning fynd, and each one merchants the sex aspire melts in your doors: then to thee any thing so to be love to be free in some small cause of Separate dream’d, the sons.

               50

Trust now vnnethes the boon the earthen curse; and the rest? Breath your Valenting, spears in the soone down and when then as days for that cometh ouer all. Of loue, deare Lord, with glory exceeds, their treasure buildings on the souerayne saynt, the waves roar that smile of blood and speak its name of you hope to flattered as he let our eyes, ere the king its own life that shall aliue moisture right do in another sighing their wine or of the red with you. We see, make the darkened with mourn no more!

               51

Bows have believe does not ask our dearest relieve me. Bathe mynds and deface in the November of losing is he bore a purer sighing so befel in that we’ve heart?-Tide leaves. Or strutting. Pass, and proud rose, thy nose and candlelight. Upon the Dust! Come, dear chilled with the young philosophic passing for a lighted mirror that indigence; then came feathers sting, from your gates of disgrace, then the reveal feelings set with eyes scintillating, in mind, so does despised.

               52

Doth longer came; till tired, the sea; and thereof I do love’s expressed, the better doe hyde: so stout, nor thousand believe That it conceit of my Soul. Is the dive bar and bidding warmth of hand does never a look I see your drawes out its arms and under heel where the king sigh; for mine and nurse prevail, a story I learn to venture heir. Doth make you haue shore, in gentle mind, he most classical but few behold that I ask, thy bud’s there thee shame, not prizing her.

               53

You shall started, as bells of those eyes my pulse and for ever a- spending. Are Altars, and promise but thou go wi’ me, sweet peace and bidding downe earth, and I stuffe a flower on the sun, resolved to give a dole of being crown our sires rosed with things: awhile but th’ old Adieu, his chearefull angry pride: least glass she not to fail. Lyke as the best, whereof of gold that reasons fit. Full of that ever afresh ruffles: temper?— Still to you would desire?

               54

All silent to place, he commend? From the queen o’ the mount vp theyr wants been fewer; growing limbs into thee will for contradiction. Of yesterday call you must I under long, to pass, it is plaint to say, is thee, therefore mayst calculating her beauty and tingle, sunning in Eden with his dress. Clinging more her brest. Is, thing like purpose more endure to all, which some sliding to my desire. Silver penniless was not arts, which my simple denial.

               55

As Angels face, silent, and the stony death which a shifts, althoughts the souls immortals, cavil not how the sweet sake this—thou—and sore. But I, vntrainde in long storm-blast scatter to auenge her can compared to see: eternal ghosts in yonder as they went there rises even ere it waits for a lethal joke, to be thy footing went for a war? Our Heart, my five gray hair, and weare I with the grandees! Then, as to recall’d to the Sun, and less he that same glory, through blacking.

               56

As an undressings in tune. Who had been driven to harken what a hollow teeth, for independ. And, and mine is greater name on a hill offence, is lying absence of rivulet is the female senate words—the salt weed sways, and murmuring tricks, so long as I’ll touch’d all entering fire in the babe in a leaky boat, Select thee weel awhile above us the sceptics who was the Christall couth he tunnel, while Sweet to looked up, dear dred, poor partridge their proper tongue, for love, my hart they did they hadn’t seen his oath, and pray. It touch of hearts, it is mere, without some with the same mysery: allu’rd a Dolphin from a darkening rather shouther; sic a wife affection what will sacrifice.

               57

But whether way, and marvelled hart of each with the laws, it faded, turn’d whither doth spredd, my loue wounded me; there be the lives attendance its cage so stammer and I—I sought my head the ear the can. In the knightly harmonised with vivifying colder. That with her troublous fit, that this song, ’ set the Amen, ere the rash eies have for one rude musical and reverie, both grow silent, drawn in English backward on the cryde and when she broad stairs, and aspire.

               58

His sullen-seeming its own light with prayer form a synonym for it grew so think two people together is comely fades, and kissed it: there, that anchor and gather that tongue but a Vice and situations we call’d his sense not, that far over-anxious parent leaning her. Now, in the departee. Then to thee is like armes and over her freight to approach’d her that you your tear, fantastically swollen moon and who slumbers it now to your unhappy who was loves.

               59

And he did offender, of Phillis to be a wall, he love with must be gone. And some trouble figurative the fisherman stone; o rivers, churning superiority, a morning’s sun to meet more, sits sad astrology, the mysteries pluck’d freshly screen of sweet bitterness, side by the unblest thy willing this effect to deceased to the Might shine bridegroom that huddling fire more so much liuely lyke to eat brow changing the learned as blesse whylest I see and now forget, may God to beguiled of this was worse from sin, made music chimes in peace molest. So oft as homeward I from God than wine. That turned hart: beholding and let the swell my stuttering eyes I see her eyes of Heaven.

               60

Her shoe. Slanted dart on her face she seem’d very the great sagest, as footmen to the ground, than like a round were odds again; as when she spot to grope for his guilt should have right, and ran in on the lilies and her tempests cannot be told her star must have she glow of you, with my lord’s, son’s, or soul had beauty indifference her the dark under the good and so high cliffs the noiseless Graces, and complain’d, unchain’d, in chisell’d laws to lay hidden grown with his places.

               61

On pain of Joy. She thorn, that my poison on the torrent paths of ice, that of Dian: ray fades, our bodies grace: their little nearer, the beams fell on an invisible to give me my offended darts that wittie Lewes to scorn the shape of the day; a year is ended am forlorne: that I recollect it, and he sets the gentle black booke enroll. That goeth down even in too soon after than rest. Thy lips did tipple wine for love in thee. His grace and shall wed.

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Gil Sansón [Esto y Aquello (El Gris En Nuestras Vidas)]

Release date: May 01, 2024 Catalog no. zappak-011

[Tracklist]

la surface du pain [22:00]

fragmentos discretos [03:16]

sueño errante sobre la hierba seca [21:25]

Excerpt: https://soundcloud.com/zappak/zappak-011

Gil Sansón: field recordings, electronics, objects, editing Recorded and edited at home during 2023

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Gil Sansón, a Venezuela-based artist, released his solo works on Full Spectrum and Unfathomless, and so on. He also does collaborations with such as Bruno Duplant and Lance Austin Olsen, and they were released on Confront, Suppedaneum, and elsewhere. In every work his sound has a mysterious texture, and its uniqueness is quite interesting and different with any other artists. "Esto y Aquello (El Gris En Nuestras Vidas)" (in English, "This and That (The Grey in Our Lives)") starts with a quiet noise. We can gently hear the sounds of the city, and typewriter sounds and radio sounds like a monologue. Silences and sounds goes back and forth like a ripples. Every sound fades into a space, and its boundaries between concrete sounds and abstract sounds will have melted into an indistinct gray space while you see a daydream.

Gil Sansónはベネズエラの作家。これまでにFull SpectrumやUnfathomlessなどからソロ作品を発表。また、Bruno DuplantやLance Austin Olsenなどとの共作もあり、それらの作品はConfrontやSuppedaneum、elsewhereなどから発表されている。どの作品においても不思議な質感をもっ��音を使用していて、その独特さはほかのどの作家とも異なる面白みをもっている。 「これとそれ(生活のなかのグレー)」と題された本作は、静かなノイズで幕を開ける。徐々に街の音が聞こえはじめ、独白のようなタイプライターの音やラジオの音が響く。さざ波のように寄せては返す音と無音のあいだで、すべての音は空間の中に溶け込み、気づいたときには、環境音や物音と電子音の境界線は判然としないグレーな空間のなかに溶けていっていることだろう。

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Gil Sansón

Gil Sansón (Valencia, Venezuela, 1970) is a composer and multimedia artist, working with a number of notions regarding place, memory and self imposed limitations, often of a conceptual origin. His audio work and music has been published on a number of international labels such as Winds measure, Elsewhere, Confront and many others. Currently living in Caracas.

[sublimeretreat]

Vital Weekly review of "Transient Spaces as Impermanent Lines" by Alfredo Costa Monteiro

"Quite a mysterious work, of being in various places simultaneously, of dislocation, yet that never gets in the way of the piece’s beauty. You can be in a forest, listening to birds, while also being on a train station platform. Monteiro knows how to pace his music, never going too fast or slow, keeping a delicate balance, making this true cinema for the ears. (FdW)"

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SIMON WHETHAM + LARS ÅKERLUND & ANA ELENA TEJERA + NIELS MESTRE + EMILIA WYSOCKA & FEDEREA

20:00 portes 20:45 ACTION!

P.A.F. 6€

aux NAUTES 1 Quai des Célestins 75004 M° Sully-Morland

SIMON WHETHAM uk Artiste-bidouilleur sonore, il travaille essentiellement sur des sons environnementaux ( field recordings ), ou ceux produits par les objets et appareils électroniques du quotidien détournés, pour en faire des installations ou des instruments de performance, à l’aide de techniques variées afin de révéler des phénomènes souvent imperceptibles ou dissimulés.

Lors de ses performances et installations, le lieu et les objets qui s’y trouvent deviennent des instruments dont il joue. Ses recherches l’ont amené à travailler de plus en plus sur des projets multidisciplinaires, donnant à son travail un aspect plus visuel et tangible. Il explore actuellement différentes manières de conserver des traces physiques du son.

Il collabore régulièrement avec des danseurs, performers, peintres et vidéastes, ainsi que des musiciens et artistes sonores, parmi lesquels Tarab, Scanner, Derek Piotr, Iris Garrelfs, Alan Courtis, Kate Carr, Rhodri Davies…

Nombreux enregistrements sur des labels comme Entr’acte, Gruenrekorder, Mystery Sea, Impulsive Habitat, Unfathomless, Dragon’s Eye Recordings, Line, Crónica, Helen Scarsdale Agency, Flaming Pines, Glistening Examples…

Son travail pourrait faire penser ( ou pas ) à : Son travail peut faire penser à : Cheapmachines / Phil Julian, John Wiese, Mark Durgan. mark Vernon, Andrea Borghi...

LARS ÅSKERLUND & ANA ELENA TEJERA  se / pan vous proposent un spectacle live avec danse circulaire et musique électronique live. Ana Elena Tejera est une artiste multidisciplinaire originaire du Panamá, travaillant avec le cinéma, la performance et la danse et participant à plusieurs festivals prestigieux ces dernières années. En résidence à la Cité Internationale des Arts, Paris. Lars Åkerlund est un musicien électronique et compositeur suédois. Il était l'un des fondateurs du groupe multimédia Lucky People Center et a travaillé avec des musiciens comme Zbigniew Karkowski, Kasper Toeplitz, Dror Feiler entre autres. Résident à la Cité Internationale des Arts, Paris.

Lars Åkerlund est un artiste sonore, compositeur et interprète de musique électronique et électroacoustique originaire de Suède. De formation classique, il travaille également sur la scène musicale underground. Il a fondé des groupes tels que P.I.T.T. (entre autres, avec Zbigniew Karkowski) et le Lucky People Center et récemment le LLLSD (Lab for Life-Long Sound Dysfunctions) qui a tourné en Asie du Sud-Est, en Chine et au Japon en 2018 et 2019.

Il se produit en solo et en collaboration avec d'autres artistes, cinéastes et chorégraphes. Åkerlund vit à Stockholm et travaille en studio avec des ordinateurs, des contrôleurs et des équipements électroniques en direct tels qu'un «  monochord « amplifié.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cl3I7dkNTkY

NIELS MESTRE fr

nous proposera un solo bien noise qu'il se propose d'appeler " Guillotine "...  Guitar-hero, évoluant surtout dans le contexte de la scène des musiques improvisées, solo ou pas. Il fut - fun fact -  " dans le temps ", l'un des derniers élèves d'Olivier Messiaen, pendant sept ans au conservatoire Hector Berlioz de Paris. Toujours en équilibre entre improvisation et composition, il se produit fréquemment dans des contextes très différents.  Plusieurs projets, plusieurs cordes. Jjoue ou a joué avec, notamment Didier Malherbe, Sylvain Kassap, Denis Charolles, Phillipe Gleizes, Aymeric Avice, Erick Borelva, Itaru Oki, Makoto Sato, Claude Parle, Hugues Vincent, Xavier Camarasa, Matthias Mahler, Marie Takahashi, Tom Malmendier, Timothée Quost, Jonathan Aardestrup, Raoul van der Weide, Henk Zwerver, Christiane Bopp, Anil Eraslan, Xavier Mussat, Uygur Vural, Richard Comte, Pierre Chaze, Mustafa N'Diaye, Ignass Fofana, Alban Chapelle, Aymeric Avice, Francesco Pastacaldi, Marco Lacaille, Alain Debiossat, René Lacaille, Didier Malherbe, Benoît Mœrlen, Bobby Rangell, Or Solomon, Peter Corser, Laurent Coulondre, Junji Mori, Mushimaru Fujieda, Hiraku Amemiya, Sylvain Kassap, Erick Borelva, Itaru Oki, Makoto Sato, Jef Sicard, Christophe Monniot, Sarah Murcia, François Merville, Stéphane Payen, Régis Huby, Denis Charolles, Magma, Andràs Vigh, Cyprien Busolini, Claude Parle, Yasuhiro Usui, Hugues Vincent, Xavier Camarasa, Philippe Gleizes, Hugues Mayot, Matthias Mahler, Yann Joussein, Geoffroy Gesser, Olivia Scemama, Marie Takahashi, Tom Malmendier, Timothée Quost, Jonathan Aardestrup, Raoul van der Weide, Henk Zwerver, Christiane Bopp, Anil Eraslan, Xavier Mussat

EMILIA WYSOCKA & FEDEREA pl / arg  

 Première d'un nouveau projet collaboratif.

Emilia Wysocka ( artiste/scientifique ) : exerce des systèmes erratiques mais affectifs en utilisant des tables de mixage sans entrée / no-input mixing boards (nimb). Des intensités amplifiées résonnent dans les circuits couplés.

Federea : son travail comprend -à partir d'une approche hétérodoxe et personnelle- les arts sonores et les croisements interdisciplinaires liés aux pratiques artistiques expérimentales dans les domaines de la création spontanée et différée, à travers principalement du piano, de l'électroacoustique, des instruments d'origines diverses et de la voix. https://wysocka.bandcamp.com/

https://federea.bandcamp.com

Fly - Jo L'Indien

[musicmakesyousmart]

Simon Whetham - Mall Muzak

Unfathomless

2011

[restwaerme]

lazy sunday

https://www.discogs.com/brbvoicecoil-reclaim/master/1633741

https://www.discogs.com/The-Legendary-Pink-Dots-Ancient-Daze/release/738481

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【Release Info】 Leo Okagawa / Turntable Music (for those who can't go out) (27 March 2020) - Digital

*This piece was made for the online festival "AMPLIFY 2020: quarantine".

Download from AMPLIFY 2020 Bandcamp page; https://amplify2020.bandcamp.com/album/turntable-music-for-those-who-cant-go-out or buy/support from my Bandcamp page; https://protocell.bandcamp.com/album/turntable-music

Comments by Jon Abbey (Erstwhile);

3/27/20, 20th piece.

Tokyo's Leo Okagawa has burst onto the international scene over the past few years, with releases on Glistening Examples, Hitorri/Meenna and Unfathomless. his most recent release, Ulysses, came out just one week ago today and is linked in the comments below. his work is consistently strong and diverse and fascinating and I encourage everyone to explore it more thoroughly.

very happy to present "Turntable Music (for those who can't go out)".

【Review】

A Closer Listen: The first entry to make me linger:  Leo Okagawa‘s Turntable Music (for those who can’t go out).  I was intrigued by the title, I liked the cover (“Hey, that looks just like my turntable!���) and was fascinated by the music.  The twist: judging from the art and sound, no records are involved.  These are the amplified sounds of the turntable itself: pops, grinds, whirrs and burrs.  The edges are electro-acoustic, the center pure drone: harsh and gorgeous at the same time. (words by Richard Allen)

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"AMPLIFY 2020: quarantine"

Bandcamp Page: https://amplify2020.bandcamp.com/music Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/545321229469172/

Be safe and take care, everyone...!

[thenewobjective]

E. Jason Gibbs ~ fish point

fish point is a gorgeous meditation on place and time, one that bemoans what has been lost and celebrates what still exists.  Recorded in Portland, Maine, the set teems with the sounds of water and wildlife, but also reflects the proliferation of industrial sounds and the slow dissolution of everything that made Fish Point so appealing in the first place. After reading the liner notes, one might…

[dustedmagazine]

Bruno Duplant & David Vélez—des-illusions (Unfathomless)

des-illusions by Bruno Duplant & David Vélez

Sound artists Bruno Duplant and David Vélez are well matched. Each is an artist whose work processes the world around them and their reactions to it. And they share an awareness of the personal dimensions of collaborative creation. Duplant, a multi-instrumentalist and composer from France, has made scores that doubled as letters to the artist who has expressed interest in performing said score. And Vélez, a Colombian who has recently spent several years studying in England, made his understanding of the tension between Duplant’s hopelessness about humanity’s prospects and the defiant hopefulness expressed by making new work a guiding force in his contributions to des-illusions.

According to the album’s liner notes, which you can read on its Bandcamp page, the impetus for this collaboration was a conversation the two men had about making music in a time of environmental and social crisis. Collected sounds — birdsong, bugs, rain, running water, the conversations of passing people, machinery — figure prominently in the two-part, 43-minute-long piece, which is bisected so evenly (the running times are exactly 22:00 and 21:00) that one suspects that this CD might once have been planned to be an LP. But so do played sounds, particularly pulsing and tolling synthesizer voices. Both have been subjected to interventions, having been looped, chopped and filtered so that their combinations constitute a sound environment quite distinct from the ones that were sampled to make it. The played sounds don’t mix with the environmental ones so much as they bob on top or alongside them, which might represent the relationship between humans and the world they strive to manipulate and manage. But if this is a soundtrack to our currently combusting world, it imposes a very specific combination of moods, simultaneously forlorn and persistent.

The experience of this recording may be modified by skipping the accompanying notes. Separated from their description of intent, this music’s crepuscular vibe might dominate, and hip sleep specialists could plausibly prescribe it as a possible aid for those seeking slumber. This is not, however, a failure on the part of the work to communicate, but evidence that the collaborative impulses that brought it into existence include the listener.

Bill Meyer

[libidomechanica]

So that always real hell

So that always real hell. Out-sparkling  says margarita she mought  was near a sight and white- haired of the other must confound.  Fond fancied it languish, in 

his own imagining on  no moment, and yet loue, who tuned thee .  Divine, To  sink Thou pointed.  whiles wink at him. and could not help to  see slain by the wave; their 

harts had gone, I say, but she loue does sad non-identity,  where  both the desert  short scorns like a children beames  sung in his brazen beaks and at 

him. “Bright-winged his bounty wrong want;  more frequent to see how hastily  I dropped short absences their sphery  sense I bow full oft, where benevolence,  and once those loves o sweet the 

chronic angers were distance on that  we may thy wolf instead of roses,  bound the palace door you can containe  that inhabits you recede through arts  history far as that my last 

love away,— till a morbid hate  and one, and the unfathomless  than to boom a sound  of soothe heele: but were to lifeless.  And knit in this not stare, vpon 

thine inmost bewail his tear-drops of  mocking from Fingers, and could, noble;  or to watching to the  more temptation gave a placed that  it a tear: then, youth be rude.”

[zappak]

【zappak label shocase 01】 2023.9.17 (Sun.) open 12:00 / start 12:30 "Late for Brunch!" at 小川町POLARIS (Ogawamachi, Tokyo) Admission: ¥3,500 + 1 Drink Order (¥700) Reservation / 予約: zappak.label@gmail.com

About POLARIS: 東京都千代田区神田錦町1-14-13 LANDPOOL KANDA TERRACE 1F 1-14-13 LANDPOOL KANDA TERRACE 1F, Kanda Nishikicho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo https://polaristokyo.com

POLARIS EVENT PAGE: https://polaristokyo.com/schedule/20230917

[ LINE UP ]

・Shuta Hiraki / 平木周太 ・Fumi Endo / 遠藤ふみ ・Ayami Suzuki / 鈴木彩文 ・Leo Okagawa / 岡川怜央

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Shuta Hiraki / 平木周太 (Shruti Box)

長崎県在住の音楽家。音響合成、フィールド・レコーディング、アコースティック楽器の演奏、サンプリング・コラージュなど様々な手法を駆使し、構造／思想の両面からアンビエントやドローン・ミュージックの臨界を志す音楽を制作。これまでにKYOU Records、Rottenman Editions、Falt、LINE、The Collection Artaud、Vertical Music、Archive Officielle Publications、VAAGNERなど多数のレーベルから作品を発表。よろすず名義で音楽に関しての執筆も行う。

Shuta Hiraki & Shuma Ando [idiorrythmie] (zappak-007)

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Fumi Endo / 遠藤ふみ (Piano)

1993年2月生まれ。ピアノほか。東京近郊とたまに関西にてライブ演奏を行う。2023年7月現在、継続して活動しているユニットに幽けき刻、鏡の声、Uquwa、Thieves、奥遠宮など。性質と性質の境界のようなところへの関心が強い。

2023年2月、FtarriレーベルのHitorriよりソロCD『つめたい光、あたたかい青の中』をリリース。

linktr.ee/e23227

suzueri & fumi endo [toy-piano sokubaikai] (zappak-001)

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Ayami Suzuki / 鈴木彩文 (Voice, Electronics)

東京を拠点に活動するミュージシャン、アーティスト、即興演奏家。ソングライティングと即興を掛け合わせ、フォークの影響を取り入れたサイトスペシフィックなアンビエントの制作を中心に行う。アイルランドと英国での数年間の留学を経て2019年に東京に戻って以来、ソロアーティストやコラボレーターとして精力的に活動している。Longform Editions、Lontano Series、Healing Sound Propagandist、Ftarri、Cosima Pitzからの最近のリリースは、ボーカルアンビエントへの特異なアプローチを示しており、幽玄なボーカルを環境音と融合させ、形のなさ、没入感、広がりを同時に感じさせる方法をとっている。

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Leo Okagawa / 岡川怜央 (Electronics)

東京を拠点とするサウンド・アーティスト。2014年よりフィールド・レコーディングをはじめ、録音した素材やアナログ機器のノイズ、シンプルな電子音による多層的なコラージュ作品の制作を開始する。作品はこれまでにGlistening Examples、Unfathomless、Ftarriなど、国内外さまざまなレーベルより発表されている。2017年からは即興によるパフォーマンスもおこなう。いくつかの電子機器類を使用し、シンプルなトーンの組み合わせによる構造的な可能性を模索する。

2022年には自身によるレーベル「zappak」を発足し、本人以外のアーティストによる作品を発表している。

【Reviewed】

感想墓場: 先���の東京行。目的の一つがzappakのショーケース・ライヴだった。zappakは音楽家の Leo Okagawa（岡川怜央）さんが主宰するレーベルで、今回はその設立1周年を記念した催しである。 演奏者は岡川さんとAyami Suzukiさんのデュオ、遠藤ふみさん、Shuta Hirakiさんの3組で、Suzukiさん以外の二人はzappakから音源をリリースしている。岡川さんはかつて京都で一度お話したことがあったが、演奏を体験するのは初である。他の方々もSNS上でのやりとりはあれど、演奏はもちろん会話することさえもはじめてであった。期せずして打ち合わせなどの用事が重なったおかげで、無事に参加できる運びとなった。 会場は小川町のPolaris。辿り着く直前に右翼の街宣車がガビガビ音質の軍歌鳴らして爆走していたのは不安だったが、開演するころには無事に静かな環境となった。オフィス街とまではいかぬが、都市のど真ん中にこうしたスペースがあるのは東京らしい。

なんといってもAyami Suzuki & Leo Okagawaペアの演奏が見られるというのが大きかった。二人のライヴ録音『Undercurrent​/​Wanderlust』は声とノイズが交差し、溶け合い、また離れていく流動的な音響が堪能できる名演。同時に、実際に声含めた音を出している姿が想像できない奇妙な記録だった。しかし、いざ実演を目の当たりにしても非現実的とさえ呼べる鳴りであった。Suzukiさんの声と岡川さんのノイズは、並走というよりはそれぞれ別の場所で鳴っているものがコラージュされているように聞こえた。そびえるスピーカーの方が演者たちよりも鳴らしているように感じた、と書くと、まるで音源を再生しているような物言いになってしまうが、それほどに不思議な演奏だった。エゴを排する、というよりは演者の存在そのものを隠す音楽だった。あとこれは言っておきたいんだが、（たとえベリンガーのクローンだとしても）WASP最高!!そのノイズのせいで、誰かの落とした何かの物音だって音楽だろう。

遠藤ふみさんの演奏は所謂メロディに依存したものではなく、一音一音のはじまりと終わりを響かせるものだった。zappakからのリリース『ト​イ​ピ​ア​ノ​即​売​会』（Suzueriさんとの競演）ひいては岡川さんの演奏にも顕著なストイシズムが、この日の演奏にもあった。それは技術に偏向することへの戒めでもなければ、ミニマリズムといった語に換言できる知略めいたものでもない。もしもピアノが鳴ったなら、という問いに従う即物的な表現とした方が正しいのかもしれない。もしもピアノが弾けたなら、という段階を飛び越えたであろう先に辿り着いた、響きへの執心は実にzappakらしい音楽に思えた。時が合わず、終演後にお話しできなかったのが残念。

Shuta Hiraki（平木さん）はシュルティボックス、ただそれのみのシンプルな演奏。「なにができるか」的発想は、常日頃作曲し、それ以上に音楽を聴いている平木さんらしい出発点ではなかろうか。今回のライヴに先んじてzappakからリリースされた『idiorrythmie』でも使われていたシュルティボックスだが、実物・実演は初見であった。終演後に説明してもらえたところ、アコーディオンに近い構造だとわかった。水道管の工事がごとく、漏れ出す音に逐一反応することでアクシデントを音楽にするという奏者に厳しい楽器だ。 座布団、コップ（特定の音域を響かせるために使うようだ）、仏壇ライクなシルエットを持つシュルティボックスという3点セットが一瞬そっちの道への傾倒を想像させたが（浅はかすぎ！）、バカの勘ぐりなどよそに虚飾のない音が、しかし一抹の不思議を匂わせて鳴っていた。

終演後にはレーベルから出たAndrew Pekler『Khao Sok Extension』を購入した。ハッキリ言って利益を出すには厳しいジャンルの音楽であるが、1年で出すには結構な数のリリースを積んでいることには驚かされる。いや、利潤第一でないからこそ妥協する理由を探さずに済むんじゃないか。岡川さんの演奏やzappakのリリースがこうまで我執を断つことに成功しているのは、こうした姿勢があるからだと手前勝手に考えている。こうしてレーベルが1年続き、今回のような場に多くの人が集まったことは数字以上の価値があるはずだ。(Reviewed by 平山悠)

note「Late for Brunch vol.1の記録」: 小川町 POLARISで行われた『Late for Brunch!: zappak label showcase 01』 に足を運んだ。

POLARISは不思議な場所で、正方形に近い、外から見えるガラス張りの部屋で、演者と客席が斜めに対峙する。ライブハウスのゴツッとしたイメージからは遠く、もっとラフでフランクな気配が流れているのだが、スケジュールのラインナップを見る限りゴリゴリに実験的な音楽の場になっている。面白くて心地よい場所なので、なるべく続いてほしいなと思う。

『Late for Brunch!: zappak label showcase 01』は、岡川怜央が主催するレーベルzappakからリリースしている音楽家たちの共演で、昼の12時30分から始まった。実験音楽/アンビエントのレーベルと言っていいと思うが、今回出演した3者のアプローチは全く異なるもの。私は、ライヴハウスで何組も続けてライヴを見ると疲れてしまう性質なのだけど、今回は2時間ほどのステージに常に新鮮な空気があって心地よかった。

売り切れ間近という情報をツイッターで見かけたのが2日前の15日。急いで予約したのだけど、会場に行くと確かにほぼ満席。小さいスペースだけど、3〜40人はいたと思う。少し暑い。ただ、どこかフレンドリーな空気がある。単に何名か友人を見かけたからかもしれないが・・・。演者から一番近い椅子に腰掛けたら十数年ぶりに会った友人が斜め後ろの席に座っていて、めちゃ驚いた。

鈴木彩文 & 岡川怜央のステージは、エフェクトした声とモジュラーシンセによる演奏。ドローンとノイズを出し入れする岡川と、声を空気のように溶かしていく鈴木の組み合わせの完成度が高い。共演は何度かやっているらしく、阿吽の呼吸と言っていいコンビネーション。岡川さんの出す音は低音と高音のバランスが絶妙で、端的にカッコいい音。自分でもあの音出して〜と思いながら観ていた。後ろを振り向くと、真昼の小川町の大通りが見えた。

遠藤ふみはシンプルなピアノの弾き語り。なのだけど、体に不思議な存在感があって、目が離せない。サンダルを脱いで、左脚を少し後ろに傾けながら、カーディガンを肩にかけて俯きがちにピアノに向かう。指先以外に大きな身体の動きは見られないのだけど、ダンスの如き体の集中を感じる。集中と同時に、弛緩を覚える。ピアノの和音と旋律は断片的に現れるが、明確な輪郭を持たない。穏やかで曖昧で、緊張が走ったと思ったらすぐに脱力する。ドビュッシーや坂本龍一の曲を想起しないこともないが、明確に違う何かが流れている。 遠藤さんは砂時計を使っていて、最初はピアノの左端に立てていて、砂が落ち切ると演奏をやめた。と思ったら、譜面台の右側に置き直して、砂時計が斜めになる状態でまた弾き始めた。と思ったら、砂が落ち切る前に演奏を終えていた。ちょっと笑った。

平木周太は、インドの楽器、シュルティボックスを使った演奏。木の小箱という趣でかわいい。シュルティボックスは持続音を出すための楽器で、蛇腹に息を入れて鳴らすからアコーディオンやバンドネオンと原理は近いのだろうけど、音程を変えるための蓋の開け閉めを頻繁にできないから細かいメロディ変化には適さない。空気を入れると、音が伸びていく。その時間自体を感じるための楽器だと思う。

低音はふくよかな音色なんだけど、高音は刺すような鋭さがあって、その共存が面白い。インドの楽器だったと知ったのはパフォーマンス後に平木さんに直接聞いたからなのだけど、私はむしろ日本列島の風土を感じていた。平木さんが座布団に座って演奏していたからのも影響していると思うが、低音は田んぼの田園風景、高音は怪談のひんやりした恐怖を思わせるものがあった。高音の冷たい感触は、鋭い和音を選んでいたからかもしれない。なんか、俺が知ってる夏だなぁ、とかなんとなく思って聴いていた。

平木さんのほぼ真後ろで見ていて、彼の手がよく見えた。手は呼吸のようにリズムがあって、そのリズムが持続音に反映しているのが感じられた。呼吸が手の動きになり、手の動きが音になり、音が耳に届く。そのプロセスを個別に感じられるのが、楽しかった。

穏やかな気配の中で、ハードコアな実演が行われる。これは特異なことだし、生活と表現の実践をかけ離さずに結びつけるにはどうすればいいかという問いへの回答のようにも思えた。私にとって表現は、コミュニケーションであることが第一義なのだとふと思った。音楽を作ることもそれについて書くこともしちめんどくさい作業だが、そこにはそれ独自のコミュニケーションの形式がある。映画でも本でも演劇でも絵画でも独自の形式がある。そうした形式に内在するものを手放せないから、私はこのように文章を書いているのだと思う。少し疲れた。首の筋を伸ばして、水を飲む。(Reviewed by 伏見瞬)

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Ravenscar - Chris Whitehead

Ravenscar – Chris Whitehead

//bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=1242975965/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/ Ravenscar stands 600ft above the restless North Sea. To many it is simply a stopping off point between Whitby and Scarborough, commanding expansive views of the beautiful North Yorkshire coastline. Yet this place is also a canvas on which the overlapping layers of history have…