Talkin' 'bout music
(and electronic space jams with friends)
It is difficult to formulate words regarding tones and sonic vibrations. Working on music requires great discipline and respect for the art form. Taking a trip to inner space through drones, counterpoint, or garage rock riffage can often be a great escape hatch.Wading through seemingly unexplored sonic territory, channeling vibrations, or cathartic noise making is often more rewarding than the disciple of musical practice. I am happy that in 2018 some ephemeral electronic excursions with friends were recorded and shared. My good friend Aaron Abrams (the Glyph) just put up an improvisation he and I made on analog and modular synthesizers a few weeks ago. I am attempting to lock into a 5/4 groove motif on an Oberheim OB-6 as Aaron works the modular. I love the title he chose: "OhShit"
Words can be cumbersome. Difficulty in speaking, thinking, or vocalizing may often be remedied with non-lingual verbal sounds. I always thought Frank Zappa was responsible for a favorite quote of mine, but a cursory internet search revealed otherwise. I hope you'll find this to be as good of a read as I did.
Writing About Music is Like Dancing About Architecture
Dearest E.C. family and reader, I especially hope you'll enjoy these 2 analog electronic transmissions with Scott James and Mitch Cichocki from earlier this year. Both Scott and Mitch are incredible song writers and musicians who also dabble in the dark arts of free-form electronica.
"Added Realism" involves me showing up to their Ghost of Electricity jam with a Realistic MG-1 by Moog Music and a fat joint of OG Kush.
We turned off the drum machine for "Drones For Peace". Om
Be sure to check out Scott and Mitch's other 2 jams before I crashed the party and allowed the fog to roll in on the Ghost of Electricity Soundcloud page. :) Namaste friends...
Adam J Naworal
Awesome stuff as always, Jay! Let's jam sometime :D
For sure. Thinking of having a house show before the year's end.
Of course William Burroughs suggested that language in all forms is a virus from outer space -- but C. Goff suggests (with a few WRITTEN words here) that the synergism of music, dancing, and architecture is apparent in all its guises. Certainly the once-regular bumpings and jumpings in the mosh pit of the Mabuhay Gardens or on the main floor of the Apollo Theater were unique unto themselves, and would never have spawned in the restroom of the Sinclair gas station in Excelsior Springs, Missouri.
A great article!
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