I’ve been listening to syndae forever. Usually when walking. I’m going to embed this one right here, then direct you back to the website to learn more.
Ben Blackett – Leap of Faith (Portals)
John Gregorius – The Expansive Sky (Full of Life)
Divine Matrix – 9 Planets (Helios)
Ian Boddy – Omicron (Portals / Compilation)
Eleon – Secretly Meeting With You (Rendezvous)
Catalin Marin – Art of Darkness (Art of Darkness)
Mark Shields’ The Monday Graveyard seems to have given up on tracklistings, but you can listen and get the subscribe details at this link here and be assured that for 197 episodes — and I’ve listened to most of them, I think! — it’s always been a good show filled with fine ambient/drone/electronic/calm musics.
Artist/designer John Coulthart’s journal — and I must have some of John’s earliest work, with Savoy, in the office here — is now his main channel, and he’s increasing his posting velocity. feuilleton has been a favourite for years, and I’m very happy to see more of John’s seeing and thinking.
SEQUENCES is a podcast I recently discovered.
“We welcome you to another special edition, the music of David Parsons, an influential musician who has been so important in our genre of electronic sounds…. his experiences traveling through Central Asia over the years have given him an insight into his own music. The darkness that has remained a defining element of his sound today, he says, “not darkness, really. It’s more like a sense of awe. You go to the Himalayas and you hear the rumble of the ice and the low long horns of the monastery. Tibetan Buddhism has that darkness: it’s not evil, it’s the awesome power of the universe, the sound of Om. That’s the darkness I’m drawn to.””
Trans. Sophie Hughes, whose translation is pleasingly, eccentrically scabrous in the second, long chapter. It is another of those books — I’m bumping into these a lot lately — that lean into single run-on pages-long sentences. This seems to be A Thing again, perhaps since Mathias Enard’s epic ZONE.
“…all five of them packed together in a single body, all five of them surrounded by blow flies, finally recognized what was peeping out from the yellow foam on the water’s surface: the rotten face of a corpse floating among the rushes and the plastic bags swept in from the road on the breeze, the dark mask seething under a myriad of black snakes, smiling.”
I’m up. Another full day inside the BATMAN’S GRAVE document. I always knew how it ended, but I need to take the time to make sure all the pieces are assembled and have second and third thoughts about the elements and what else is needed. So this is a full week’s work, before the actual scripting starts.
And it’s cold. Heaters are on in the house. And I just added a phone conference to the day. And I just found a PDF of GRAVE 8 in my overnight email, which is rather lovely. Inbox 20. Here we go. Good morning.
Coming up on 12 hours inside this BATMAN’S GRAVE document, just assembling the ending bit by bit. I hope to have it all in place by Friday. Basically, same again tomorrow.
I’ve lost this site’s automated connection to IG, which is actually kind of interesting. It’s making me think again about the sort of notebook I keep here. (And, yes, that’s how I think of this place – I don’t particularly conceive of it as A Public Presence For Pronouncement, just a public-facing notebook that talks to itself.) I need to figure out how else to use this.
Anyway. All is quiet on the Thames Delta, and I’m listening to the end of DROPSONDE. G’night.
Great word discovery, via Atlas Minor:
“I’ve learned there’s a precise word for the footprints of a dying creature: a mortichnia, or “death march”.”
