#caterina barbieri

[womenofnoise]

Caterina Barbieri playing the wedding ceremony of Kali Malone and Stephen O'Malley (Sunn O)))), Wyoming, USA, July 2023.

[certainwoman]

Caterina Barbieri featured in Mixmag

ph: Leonardo Scotti

[grrlmusic]

Caterina Barbieri

[caviarsonoro]

No pasa el viento, cielo no hay que sienta.

Llueve lejana e indistintamente,

como una cosa cierta que nos mienta,

como un deseo grande que nos miente.

Llueve. Nada en mí siente…

Fernando Pessoa

[radiophd]

caterina barbieri -- math of you

[zef-zef]

Caterina Barbieri

source: arshake 📸: Maria Giovanna Sodero, Eleonora Mattozzi

[grrl-beetle]

Caterina Barbieri - Myuthafoo

[musicmovesmarceline]

Listen to: Swirls of You by caterina barbieri

[schismusic]

Thoughts about my old band, Tim Hecker, people I (don't) like

My old band was called M[redacted]. Let's pretend for a second we can say that with an absolutely straight face and move on.

I stumbled into two other people's project and about seven years later everyone involved stumbled out of it, just as ungracefully, in the quietest way our pachyderm feet allowed us to. I - again: all of us, really - wanted an outlet to attempt to make music, maybe more to scratch an itch than anything else. I'm pretty certain I was more than prepared to just leave it behind as soon as it had lost its bang, until it suddenly felt like I wanted to do that for the rest of my life. To an extent, I guess at its worst I felt like I could have been the only person in the band who actually wanted to write songs more than anything else. It obviously wasn't true, but shit just got stuck for years on end.

I was listening to Tim Hecker earlier tonight, like I did on many a night while still in Meeting Meat, usually sulking because "nobody gets what I want to do with the band", not realizing that it was probably for the best for everyone involved. Tim Hecker actually sort of radically altered the way I write music: all of a sudden I did not give a shit about the riffs, or the technical execution, it became a matter of vibes and of meaning and intention and gesture and describing space and yeah basically I just wanted an ambient project, which I later realized wouldn't work, so I just decided to add a fourth-to-major sixth progression in every single one of my tracks because it sounds massive and everything was right with the world once again. So I was listening to Tim Hecker on YouTube, for some fucking reason, mostly because I am a heathen and forget that there are more convenient and less infuriating sites to listen to music on, and I say infuriating because YouTube somehow felt the need to recommend to me some video made by a guy denouncing "woke Disney" or some bullshit. At that point I felt a weird sense of discomfort come over me, which reminded me of that feeling an absolutely thankless, pointless task leaves you with. It felt surprisingly close to what the last months in the band felt like. Rick DuFer, if you read this, I hope you forget your password to all of your social media accounts, possibly forever. Specifically I was listening to this:

I don't like being a one trick pony, never did actually. Children usually repeat what their parents laugh at/with, I found that trite when I was three. I love playing the guitar and writing songs, and I suppose a measure of distaste with what you've grown to know too well can get to you at times - Christ, at one point it happened to me with my current band, even. Maybe it's just fear of commitment, I don't know. But my near-decade with Meeting Meat nearly broke my will to make music; for the longest time it didn't feel liberating, or rewarding, or right at all. I did it for the live shows and every single rehearsal was hell, especially after about 2018. I absolutely despised my audience for the most part and every time I heard them woo and yeah! at our covers I genuinely wanted to just start ripping the strings off my guitar with my teeth and spit blood on top of every single one of their faces or something equally horrifying and distasteful. Those were the days I wanted to disappear, never be perceived ever again, and yet here we were making stupid fucking Instagram stories instead of rehearsing and trying to get more live shows and for a while we even accepted acoustic sets, which I hated with a vengeance. Right before the pandemic hit, we were rehearsing for an acoustic show our drummer had specifically requested as her eighteenth birthday present, and believe me when I legitimately thought I would rather not go out of the house for another year or so than actually go out and do this piece of shit fucking gig. Careful what you ask for?

Considering one of this past year's highlights was being offered an acoustic set for a college radio in a different city, I guess people really do change.

Lately, and much more often than I am willing to admit, I find myself staying up really really late for no specific reason. It's usually some record I haven't listened to in ages: at the present time it's Caterina Barbieri's Patterns of Consciousness, which unsurprisingly was my most listened-to record between 2018 and 2019, which I could careen into how it was the soundtrack to a very shitty period of my life/my own personality and then into a whole story about how Caterina Barbieri has seen way too much of me in the last five years or so and everytime we meet I feel like I'm putting her on the spot, but that's a story for a different time I guess. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked - when I'm up late I guess I can kind of pull myself together for long enough to at least try to get something written down. I remember this person, a childhood friend of my drummer from the aforementioned old band, and for some reason we felt like we had to talk in a very old-fashioned manner, that was cumbersome and took up insane amounts of space, and also that made our fleeting thoughts into something tangible and real and physical, I don't know, shit's wild when you're sixteen and want to have sex with everything that moves and especially if they're a blonde girl with big blue eyes that somehow ended up into your life entering from the backdoor and felt like she would have been a friend if she lived any closer, so as I was saying we decided that it would be a good idea to exchange letters. But not in the normal way, we had notebooks and we wrote our letters in them, and then when she'd come visit my drummer I would also come say hi and we'd trade our notebooks to see what the other person had written on them, and what comments they'd left on our previous writing. Sort of like an interactive diary even? Picturesque, for all intents and purposes. Shit's wild when you're sixteen and you feel like you're more important than you actually are.

(As I'm writing this I realize that we never really stop feeling like we are more important than we actually are and that is the way humanity works, essentially, and this realization and the deconstruction of the information it entails are probably the biggest obstacle for anti-speciesism because certain fragile people would never, ever, for one second admit that they are worth what they routinely make a point of eating in the most theatrically elaborate way possible. Not like vegans can't be self-appointed, it's ultimately a matter of exercising power over other living beings, we love it when we crush something living and the blood flows out of our hands. On an unrelated note, I love it when the people come up to me after my shows and tell me that "what you do on stage is always unexpected" or that "I can never tell where your songs will go next". Go figure!)

It might be absolutely unsurprising for you all to know that I did write songs in the letter notebooks. After recording with NUMBERS and the Operators, I feel less of the urge to get something out and more of a slight push to look, touch and feel around myself for possibilities, to sense where my current artistic position can lead. It finally feels like I'm beginning to do this for myself and not for other people to look at me and go WOW. Too bad it only took fifteen years of graphomania. I keep thinking back to that Catullus line where he refers to Volusius's "Annales" as "cacata carta" and to this one comment my Latin teacher made once - the fact that papyruses were rolled up and therefore took the shape of a cylinder when stored away implied that "cacata carta" was to be interpreted as if the whole papyrus was shat out by Volusius, and not just that it was smeared with shit.

Honestly though, how do I top an ending like this here?

This here is the Caterina Barbieri record if you want to check that out I guess:

[knightofleo]

Caterina Barbieri | Myuthafoo

[7hiefence]

Caterina Barbieri - Gravity that Binds Album: Patterns Of Consciousness

[womenofnoise]

Caterina Barbieri and Aphex Twin

[certainwoman]

FAVOURITE MUSIC RELEASES IN 2022

Caterina Barbieri - Spirit Exit

https://caterinabarbieri.bandcamp.com/album/spirit-exit

Marina Herlop - Pripyat

https://marinaherlop.bandcamp.com/album/pripyat

Elaine Howley - The Distance Between Heart And Mouth

touchsensitiverecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-distance-between-heart-and-mouth

Emile Mosseri & Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith - I Could Be Your Dog / I Could Be Your Moon

https://kaitlynaureliasmith.bandcamp.com/album/i-could-be-your-dog-i-could-be-your-moon

Whatever The Weather - Whatever the Weather

https://whateva.bandcamp.com/album/whatever-the-weather

Hekla - Xiuxiuejar

https://phantomlimblabel.bandcamp.com/album/xiuxiuejar

Claire Rousay & More Eaze - Never Stop Texting Me https://orangemilkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/never-stop-texting-me

Laila Sakini - Paloma

https://lailasakini.bandcamp.com/album/paloma

Ellen Arkbro & Johan Graden - I Get Along Without You Very Well

https://ellenarkbro.bandcamp.com/album/i-get-along-without-you-very-well

Natalie Beridze - Of Which One Knows https://room40.bandcamp.com/album/of-which-one-knows

Patricia Wolf - See-Through

https://patriciawolf.bandcamp.com/album/see-through

Carla dal Forno - Come Around

https://carladalforno.bandcamp.com/album/come-around-2

James K - Random Girl

https://jameskmusic.bandcamp.com/album/random-girl

Puce Mary - You Must Have Been Dreaming

https://puce-mary.bandcamp.com/album/you-must-have-been-dreaming

Puce Mary - STUCK

https://puce-mary.bandcamp.com/album/stuck

Bianca Scout & Elena Isolini - Our Hearts https://themthere.bandcamp.com/album/our-hearts

Ben Vida & Lea Bertucci - Murmurations https://leabertucci.bandcamp.com/album/murmurations

Hüma Utku - The Psychologist

https://humautku.bandcamp.com/album/the-psychologist

Rhoya - Red

https://unboned.bandcamp.com/album/red

Treasury of Puppies - Mitt stora nu https://discreetmusicgbg.bandcamp.com/album/treasury-of-puppies-mitt-stora-nu

[grrlmusic]

Mixmag

[trevlad-sounds]

Wednesday 6 September Mixtape 365 “Nueva Frequencies”

Synth Electronica Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Sophos-Nueva vida 00:31

SW.-Untitled B1 05:15

Gidge-Fauna, Pt II 10:46

The Science Fiction Corporation-The End of the Robot 17:55

Jonathan Fitoussi-Orion 20:12

Belbury Poly-Sticks and Stones 23:37

Emeralds-Does It Look Like I'm Here? 27:03

Psyché-Hekate 32:02

John Beltran-Collage Of Dreams 36:37

Caterina Barbieri-Sufyosowirl 42:02

Luke Abbott-Modern Driveway - Mixed 47:27

Dark fidelity HiFi-soft focus 52:37

Eden Grey-Grey Rain and Silver Clouds 57:22

Norken-More Frequencies 1:01:28

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Caterina Barbieri