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Going

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…and we hit the end of the song. Sure it sounds like all the rest. I need to get these elbows back in shape and reinvent the physical. Sending vibrations by the way of dirt and grime…the snail of the stars. So who are you? these words on a page, asking for me to change things, asking to lend my ears and to take a chance…to take the time to respond… to surprise with super hyper vibration movement … to break all tradition… to actually take a chance and let it happen. 

 

And i was in that reflection…new faced.. with that little bit more. What will be taken back.. what will have been gained, that is what we will throw into the mix. I expect it to be the same, i want it to be altered just ever so slightly, with a chance of anything.

 

So give those words a listen and the music a read.. there is so much pinned on it.

 

 

……and all it takes is a little flick.

Written by Dave

May 29, 2009 at 4:13 AM

Much has been…

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A …. a little letter to begin the meaningful. 

 

Yet we use it, and i wonder how emotions are hidden inside balls of sound.. we look at panes of glass and map out the patterns, and discus the objective of the creator, why we look into these reflections of reality and reality itself. Is this wall of sound just one pane of glass… is this tone, this melody, this harmony, is it the interaction between?

 

And we replace the windows every day, moments between.. deep sighs.. its hidden in these balls of sound, talking about pain and love and age and hate… talking about loss and gain, understanding and judgement.. asking for emotional understanding…asking for you to read the creator.. asking for an emotional response.. asking you to open your little pockets.. because this was for you, this was about you, this was you… this is you.

And the vibrations that cross my fingers mean that to me…not to you, not to smokey dark rooms, not to the movement inside you, all that matters is the coherance, the mixtures of this and that, the momentum and the maintenance of.. nothing more, not much less.. can we not make room? it has been done before, i saw it once, i hear it every day… im listening to it right now… i did it once too, id like to do it now in this way.

 

Three little dots

 

Written by Dave

May 28, 2009 at 4:15 AM

This is a place….

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This is a place that i wish i could return to… From a bus window.. there was a light breeze pushing the grass around..and i watched its footprints lead away from the road… along the meadow to where a family were walking… a man and woman, her dress rolling gently in the currents.. the little boy pulls against his fathers grip… enchanted by the expance before him, the unknown.. to be free and follow the wind, let it take him up the hill…towards the sun, flaring round the corners of the ancient ruins… atop this hill…sitting and waiting.. i want to go there again, and let the wind sing me up to its walls… i want to close my eyes and hear the world around it…the moving world…around this eternity… an eternity… somebody’s golden statue… somebody’s eternal echo, forever heard but its origins long forgotten… and i would stand there in the middle, waiting to hear the past.. 

and the bus rolled on.

Written by Dave

May 20, 2009 at 3:48 AM

Black Box Radio Show No.2

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Response to Black Box Radio Show No.2

featured as comment under original Radio Podcast…..

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Since the mic broke on me, ill just fill in on what i was going to say bout these songs.

I had the pleasure of seeing Chris Cunningham, Pivot, Andrew Weatherall and one of my long time favourite artists George Evlyn of Nightmares on Wax perform in Paris last week as part of WARP20.. Here we have a track Jorgé from what some might consider Nightmares on Wax’s best album “Carboot Soul” ..”Soul” being the term that would tie this show together as we have a selection of artists who in their own way provide a different definition of Soul.. George Evelyn giving it an electronic treatment and sampling beautiful vocal lines leading us into Nuyorican Soul and the timeless “I am the Black Gold of the Sun” .. The Nuyorican Soul experiment resulting in this urban bustling modern soul, full of culture and truly redefining Soul in the mid nineties by combining the new with the old… the older sound represented in Nina Simone and Ray Charles.. who while not necessarily being considered “soul” in a Motown sense, reflect the undefinable nature of the Nuyorican Soul project. Ray Charles would reinvent Gospel and sexualise religion, bringing the sound into the pop world… an action which would be hard to swallow at first..such revolutionary ideas would echo that of many forward thinking artists in the past, not to mention another great composer for the piano Claude Debussy, who against the toughest of grains would bend every rule in Classical writing and create his dream worlds, romantic sounds and flowing pentatonic runs would outrage the staunch classical music traditionalists of his time.. I hear the same dream state qualities in the lyrics of Nick Drake, whos guitar playing in this track also shows how Debussy’s choice to popularise a simple pentatonic sound.. would define music for so long, clearly heard from Drakes strings…

While watching a Glastonbury festival clip from 3 years back, a Nick Drake song played over the images of love and peace from the original festival .. the Glastonbury Soundtrack to the Movie documentary released a few years back features a pumping performance of Primal Screams “Swastika Eyes”, a Chemical brothers remix of which also caught my attention from the Dirty Hits bonus CD..leading us to a chemical brothers classic…

The Grandfather Paradox is a compilation tracing the history of minimal music, this track by Pat Methany/Steve Reich opens the compilation, a track which seems to pin down the beautiful progression and relation one can achieve between the electronic synth and the electronic instrument.. a sound which brings us nicely into Squarepusher’s “Iambic 9 Poetry”, another Artist from the Warp label who also bridges the gap between live instrumentation and electronic performance, his incredible bass playing leading us into a beautiful “poem” of sound and movement… Autechre (Warp Again) expressing the electrical romantic expression… perhaps it is a little far reaching for me to claim to hear a quality of Debussy in this track. However its serenity and pulsing synth line does manage to lift the soul in a very clear way, a sort of electronic Psychedelic sound…..

cue Funkadelic’s “What is Soul?” and here we are back again.. Soul…

When i hear George Clinton define soul in his many ways…i often find myself starting to remember the Voice of Terry Reid.. here performing a song recently made hyper-popular by the Raconteurs (they didnt change much – thank god) ….just listen to this voice.. and then ask yourself is this not soul?

Being there,

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Not going to lie

Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place

Will it not be a good memory?

will it not also be bad?

Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.

I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England

I will miss that

I wanted a photo of that

I want a photo of this

Lets not miss another one

But is it safe?

All these things you had for yourself!

And to think we live in the normal,

the usual

We are so jealous…

That is no surprise

That i should be so lucky

When luck is insignificant

These things are everywhere all the time

depends how you appreciate it

I have never consider the usual as the insignificant

as i have never considered the unusual out of its context

A beautiful photo is always 

and can be anywhere

yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses

and we envy those in the places we seek

yet they envy you and dream of you normality

this does not alarm you?

do we not appreciate enough?

can we not rely on them a little more?

I saw the light bounce of the water

I questioned my hard fought opinions and views

I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often

I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start

I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us

I considered the possibilities

split second illumination

calculations beyond comprehension

i estimated my worth in this place

I estimated my existence

And the glass dropped out of focus

I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar

moving water drip colours through layers of dark

moving bridges scrape holes in the paint 

buildings rip bloody into the sky 

it is the same..

though i will miss it

like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches

like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers

like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing

like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight

like i miss the smell of wet vegetation

and the list will grow longer

yet a list to be thankful for 

and vibrations will map it out

and keep me in tune

are we not supposed to be unique?

and this will be my seen and done

my experience 

from floor to window-ledge mornings

understanding

and motion towards

separation in the most connected ways

never letting go

balance

maintenance

heat 

and governance

Where?

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Ill tell you where…just not here, yet! Got you hard between the reciever and the truth and I am shining light into the black slips of money and sound.

 

Then there is none…you threw it away with the most important words and the longest silences…dead sound…send that email….take that chance…forget the consequences they say?

 

Another option we jest at corner stones and flags marked evil getting the picture are we? i hope true is that sound on you going and coming having no idea and trying all the same just let the rhythm take over and think not abou tthe options fopr the good and the ready have no forging to get done and realise what indeed you have written and why you are writing it for there is reason in all of this reason to believe and to greet the new and the old and the gooding and bading have we reached another level of this where and why and what who have they? i didnt know that i never know anything before it happens right in front of my face and even tho the funds are low and good vibrations will rattle of empty pockets where the rattling will definitely occur we will still groove with big smiles and seizing the night the skys willl fill once more with dark shining lights…and the box will be full to the brim and ready for action once more

 

yes they are coming…just not here yet