beta smiles off, enjoys wrinkles in time
i'm not trying to boast about hearing the entire Luomo remix of the upcoming Black Dice single "Smiling Off" (as opposed to you know who) because i know that neither of us have, 'cept just enough to get tongues wagging. i know that i have heard enough to leave the cave and alleviate the hand-wringing fears of the faithful, for this is Luomo leaving the present (lover) and returning to his seductive, sibilant undulations from Vocalcity. nostalgia or no, as i listen to the ripples, i think about Delay's use of voice (esp. in the case of his work with partner AGF, moving through her hesitations and ellipses, her phrasing and fricatives) and marvel at what Delay does with the Dice's mumbles and gurgles, reconstructing such small little sounds back into near-phrases and words of a primeval language. the illusion is that Vlad Delay added voices to the original, but somewhere in the multi-pulls of their vortices, such utterances actually reside.
later in the night, i walk to see Colleen at Joe's Pub. yes, i am obviously entranced by what she does, though i can't quite wrap my head around how she does it. she starts by plinking a little music box through her acoustic guitar, carefully (perhaps somewhat precariously) capturing gossamer threads of notes on her pedals. from there, she makes these silken hairlines thicken until they are like a plane, or a much larger fissure in time. and from such simple patterns, she overlays the thin sheets, creating a laminal effect of overtones interfering with one another and birthing new noises. Colleen has no real stage presence, so intent in her reverie as to focus on sussing sounds from her cello, guitar, or some windchimes, creating a looping sort of time-lag pop that Terry Riley could vibe on. she also forgets to resin up her bow until midway through the set. oopsy, and the spell gets broken for a bit.
no difference, she re-settles and i drift to her live conjuring of favorite tracks from the album, like "I'll Read You a Story" and "Everything Lay Still." as she saws at her cello, everso delicately, slowly and assured, she reminds me of Arthur Russell, murmuring near-words and somehow being blurry even in the present.
later in the night, i walk to see Colleen at Joe's Pub. yes, i am obviously entranced by what she does, though i can't quite wrap my head around how she does it. she starts by plinking a little music box through her acoustic guitar, carefully (perhaps somewhat precariously) capturing gossamer threads of notes on her pedals. from there, she makes these silken hairlines thicken until they are like a plane, or a much larger fissure in time. and from such simple patterns, she overlays the thin sheets, creating a laminal effect of overtones interfering with one another and birthing new noises. Colleen has no real stage presence, so intent in her reverie as to focus on sussing sounds from her cello, guitar, or some windchimes, creating a looping sort of time-lag pop that Terry Riley could vibe on. she also forgets to resin up her bow until midway through the set. oopsy, and the spell gets broken for a bit.
no difference, she re-settles and i drift to her live conjuring of favorite tracks from the album, like "I'll Read You a Story" and "Everything Lay Still." as she saws at her cello, everso delicately, slowly and assured, she reminds me of Arthur Russell, murmuring near-words and somehow being blurry even in the present.
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