March 18, 2009
tune: The Whitest Boy Alive - Golden Cage (Fred Falke Remix)
album: Golden Cage 12" (Modular Recordings, 2008)
scene: A reliable world of gray and cool, with field of sighing brush extending to the edges of the curved earth. At the edges, a cage springs up from all sides its tattered surface suggesting long-ignored exit. It’s safe in here, quiet, for Wanda and her solitude.
I will never get enough of Erlend Oye’s lovely voice. He accompanies me to all sorts of places, through all sorts of moods, as I tramp about my world with him on my headphones.
August 4, 2008
tune: The Knife - Marble House
album: Silent Shout (Mute, 2006)
scene: A frozen landscape caught in polar night and grand constructions of metal and ice razed by wild, childish games. The atmosphere conjured by the first minute or so of the track is what is really illustrated here: it feels like a very cold, empty space with endless, low skies. There is a clicking of activity and a sluggish build to something not entirely pleasant.
The Knife are consistently haunting for me, weaving about me a shroud with threads of the eccentric, mysterious, perverted, alien, and magical. They inspire me often with vivid imagery.
July 21, 2008
tune: Zoë Keating - Fern
album: One Cello x 16: Natoma (2005)
scene: A dark, elegant forest in the wane of a long and heavy rain. Massive roots and swelling creeks woven into black, wet soil. Fungi, moss, and spores. The air is cool and full of potential. I created this a couple years ago over the course of a couple days, listening to nothing but "Fern" on constant repeat. It makes the quaint Pub at which I work into the natural work of those ancient roots I’ve imagined and I’m surprised, when I look outside, that it isn’t raining.
All of Keating’s solo work is amazingly atmospheric. Rich, powerful stuff that seems confident in its ability to entrance the listener. I imagine astonishing worlds and epic battles.
