Friday on his message board during his Friday show I asked Bryce for advice on works and musicians to continue my latest compulsion for field-recordings, I don't know if he did it for me or because of me but the last set of the show was KABOOM! thanks! I posted a Forcucci piece yesterday, below is one of the Yannick Dauby pieces he played, above one I found. Holy the fuck, I have never listened to sound better in my life, I have never been hungrier for sounds I've never heard in my life, and everything is music. I was trained to categorize and discriminate. I'm unlearning that shit.
- Music is feeling.
- A photo-tour of Ostkreuz.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- New Inquiry's Sunday links.
- The first thing the baby did wrong.
- Trapped inside the novel. A response to this Tim Parks' piece I posted Friday: This conviction puts me decisively in the camp represented by Parks, the camp that admires Beckett and Bernhard. But I wish this camp spent less time on Dawkins-like denunciations of its outgroup, a libidinal investment that leads it to mistake friends for enemies and to narrow its canon unduly. Fine metaphors abound.
- On the roll out of the new Arcade Fire album. Know what, fuck it. I'm tired of being a scold, of administering purity tests, my ears are sluts, who am I to judge? An added benefit? I care less about passing the purity tests I used to apply to and then worry about myself.
- Different mileage, mind, here and there, more or less, now and then, more failure than success, but there is a project in progress.
- What you can buy me for Giftmas.
- An anti-Best of 2013 Best of 2013 list.
- Figures in a landscape, III.
- I haven't forgot Britten's centenary in twelve days:
UNDER THE SIGN
Ann Lauterbach
Having dreamed of my dead sister
raging with urgent
need, she
conducting us through intolerable
passages, now forgotten, I
have burned my right hand
after sunset
small dark clouds above
the river I cannot see
while listening to
a scratched CD of a Haydn
piano sonata so that
certain passages
rapidly repeat
and having spent some moments
thinking of the the vision
that accommodates
all that is unforeseen
as the world now
becomes without sequence.
