new grouper groupie

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of ambient drone and related genres and subgenres. It’s that time of year, I guess, what with the prolonged agony of summer’s slow death and an unusual amount of August rain saturating my consciousness. For example, I finally got around to listening to Grouper and, whoa, I could dissolve into Liz Harris’s music. Late to the game I am as usual, but at least she’s still very much around and making music unlike the old post-punk bands I discover in my restless musical wanderings through the digital wilds of YouTube. I was uncertain as to what Grouper song to post here, as she produces a wide range of sounds, all of which are different yet also strangely alike. So this is not so much representative of her work as a whole, falling more along the stripped-down formal songwriting end of her spectrum (as opposed to the looped-out drone end), but hopefully for those unfamiliar it offers a porthole from which to swim out into the depths of her catalog.

seefeel – ‘through you’

 

days of nothing to say, nothing to writeonly music to transpose feeling from within

gate – trees

remora as object lesson

At 3 PM each day a digest of quarantined spam arrives. Fred Pryor continues to implore me to register for one year of unlimited training. Only $199. Also I continue to spam myself, which is always vaguely unsettling to see.

Listening to trigger music when of course the pin strikes the primer and sets off the charge. On the back side of today what builds upwhere does it gothis effluvia of life. Not dissolving like powdered lemonade. Sitting herebeing hereand not going there. A simple concept in theory.

Eschew the habits of the remora and be free of suffering. Enjoy without attachment. Sit.

These moments continue to pass by regardless of our presence in them.

virginia woolf’s summer madness

The only thing in this world is music–music and books and one or two pictures. I am going to found a colony where there shall be no marrying–unless you happen to fall in love with a symphony of Beethoven–no human element at all, except what comes through Art–nothing but ideal peace and endless meditation. The whole of human beings grows too complicated, my only wonder is that we don’t fill more madhouses: the insane view of life has much to be said for it–perhaps its the sane one after all: and we, the sad sober respectable citizens really rave every moment of our lives and deserve to be shut up perpetually. My spring melancholy is developing these hot days into summer madness.

Source: The Letters of Virginia Woolf Volume 1: 1888-1912 (from a letter dated April 23, 1901 to Emma Vaughan)

(thanks: lost fun zone)

‘Ethiopia/Lower Ground’ – Bill Laswell & Gigi

 

From the ROIR Dub Sessions

silver lining to a waking nightmare

Some countries wander by mistake. Earlier this year—June 21st to be precise—Team Rock published an interview with The Sisters of Mercy’s Andrew Eldritch stating that we would see a new album from his eponymous (not) Goth band if Donald Trump were elected as President of the United States of America:

“What is happening in America is an ever more bizarre circus, and the population doesn’t seem to realise just how much it’s being taken for a ride.

I can tell you one thing: If Donald Trump actually does become President, that will be reason enough for me to release another album. I don’t think I could keep quiet if that happened.”

Read the full interview here

(Source: Post-punk.com)

keluar ‘fractures’

Dissonance streaked with melody

See also: live version (best viewed in seizure-inducing full-screen mode)

john fahey – voice of the turtle

De Press ‘Heaven’ (1982, Norway)

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