I feel really honored to contribute a track to Mayuko’s compilation fundraiser CD for WFMU. The playlist is here and to hear the track go here. A warm thanks again to Mayuko for asking me to compose a track mostly of rocks an pebbles. The compilation looks great so please donate to keep this wonderful station going! There are a number of prizes along with her wonderful artwork.
New field recording of a walk in the snow from a few weeks back. This was after more than 10 inches of snow fell.
Deep thanks to Mayuko for playing Bells and Birds on her Play Vertigo show yesterday. A show devoted to the New Year and the Japanese monk Ikkyu san. Playlist is here
and to listen go here. A great way to start the year! I would also check out her past shows or tune in every Saturday at noon. Thanks Mayuko!
Early morning field recording in Larrabee State Park, Washington
Sound now heard as song is a new series I am putting together which compiles recent and older tracks that were never published or appeared on various compilations.More details on my bandcamp page.
A new release on Green Fields! Two audible views of Ponds-
Go here to listen and download!
Thanks to Peter W for sending me this track to rework. I just added a bit of minimal piano and split the verse to add space. Big thanks to everyone one who was involved in putting this together.
Have a listen below.
The Black Art by Anne Sexton
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren’t enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A writer is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.
Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious, precious.
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.
Poem read by Michelle Badillo
Idea & Concept: Peter Wullen
Piano rework by Chris H Lynn @framingsounds
Pic by Lu Semenova with kind permission of the artist
Poet and sound artist Peter Wullen invited me to do a rework of the Jean Tinguely @ Kanal Brut incidental music track he recorded.
Here is his description:
“Incidental music recorded 06.04.2018 at about 3pm @ the Jean Tinguely installation L’enfer, un petit début during the opening weekend of the new art museum Kanal Brut – Pompidou in Brussels.”
Thanks to Neighbors Noise with Jesse Kaminsky for playing a track from my latest work Mediterranean Views last night. The program is called Ascending Order. You can listen to the fantastic program below. Check out all the other shows as well!
You can listen here