Courtesy to Dalston Sound for this review. Worth clicking through to Crammed Discs to hear clips from the album. Wonderfully atmospheric.
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The Reach of Resonance: A Meditation on the Meaning of Music
Courtesy to A Closer Listen – This review fits in well with the Experimental focus on Feminatronic and includes Miya Masaoka.Here are a couple examples of her creativity –
MIYA MASAOKA: LED KIMONO PROJECT 5 MINUTES from Miya Masaoka on Vimeo.
Steve Elkins’ thoughtful, fascinating film about experimental music and musicians has been making the festival rounds for the past few years, and is finally available to screen on demand. It’s exactly what our site is about, and is highly recommended to all of our readers.
One need not be familiar with our site, or even with experimental music, to be familiar with one of the names: last year, John Luther Adams won both a Pulitzer Prize and a Grammy for Becoming Ocean. In a coup of sorts, this film captures the composer as he’s becoming inspired to create that very work. It’s a perfect starting point for the film, because Adams’ music, although intensely creative, is still accessible to mainstream audiences. Meanwhile, Misa Masaoka interacts with the natural world while Jon Rose and Bob Ostertag explore the porous line between music and politics. Their subject matter could not be…
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NEWS – LUME is 2!
As Feminatronic is looking at the world of experimental electronic music here is the LUME project of Dee Byrne, who combines Saxophone and Electronics in her music. – LUME is a night of original and improvised music run by musicians Cath Roberts and Dee Byrne, taking place every Thursday at Long White Cloud, Hoxton, in London. Dee and Cath also curate the monthly ‘LUME Presents…’ series of gigs at the Vortex Jazz Club. LUME gigs feature artists from across the London and UK creative music scene, acting as a space for new work and experimental music-making.
Join us at the Hundred Years Gallery on 9th July to celebrate two years of putting on cutting edge, exciting, risk-taking, innovative, in-the-moment original and improvised music at LUME!
SUNDAY MIX – LISTEN
This Sunday Mix is a little different as the focus is on a single poem and the music demands that you listen, to get the full benefit. So, get your headphones on and let’s begin with some words of wisdom from Eliane Radigue –
Listen. Put on morning.
Waken into falling light.
A man’s imagining
Suddenly may inherit
The handclapping centuries
Of his one minute on earth.
And hear the virgin juries
Talk with his own breath
To the corner boys of his street.
And hear the Black Maria
Searching the town at night.
And hear the playropes caa
The sister Mary in.
And hear Willie and Davie
Among bracken of Narnain
Sing in a mist heavy
With myrtle and listeners.
And hear the higher town
Weep a petition of fears
At the poorhouse close upon
The public heartbeat.
And hear the children tig
And run with my own feet
Into the netting drag
Of a suiciding principle.
Listen. Put on lightbreak.
Waken into miracle.
The audience lies awake
Under the tenements
Under the sugar docks
Under the printed moments.
The centuries turn their locks
And open under the hill
Their inherited books and doors
All gathered to distil
Like happy berry pickers
One voice to talk to us.
Yes listen. It carries away
The second and the years
Till the heart’s in a jacket of snow
And the head’s in a helmet white
And the song sleeps to be wakened
By the morning ear bright.
Listen. Put on morning.
Waken into falling light.
Poem – Listen.Put on Morning by W.S.Graham – (1918 – 1986)
THE SUNDAY MIX – VOICES
The final Sunday Mix in celebration of American Poetry Month has the theme Voices.
There is a voice inside of you
that whispers all day long,
‘I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.’
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
or wise man can decide
what’s right for you – just listen to
the voice that speaks inside.
Shel Silverstein – 1930 – 1999 – Chicago, Illinois
NOW I make a leaf of Voices–for I have found nothing mightier than
they are,
And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.
O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall
follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere
around the globe.
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the practis’d and perfect organ? Where is the develop’d
Soul?
For I see every word utter’d thence, has deeper, sweeter, new sounds,
impossible on less terms.
I see brains and lips closed–tympans and temples unstruck,
Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,
Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies
slumbering, forever ready, in all words.
Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice —
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colours came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was elsewhere a silence,
When the chorus of colours came over the water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
Small glowing pebbles
Thrown on the dark plane of evening
Sing good ballads of God
And eternity, with soul’s rest.
Little priests, little holy fathers,
None can doubt the truth of your hymning,
When the marvellous chorus comes over the water,
Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
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