OUR EXPERIENCES HAVE BEEN REDACTED
FAILURE IS AN OBLIGATION
For every success, there is an innumerable list of failures prodding unfulfilled paths along the continuum of evolution. Failure is the natural state of the universe. Extinction, collapse and entropy corrode away at every opportunity, looking for the means to dissipate any conglomeration which might try to lay claim to prosperity. Only naive arrogance assumes that one’s actions will have any inevitable disposition towards accomplishment. Nothing was ever learned from success. It has only been the process of trial and error upon error upon error which has allowed our sentient manifestation to accrue anything remotely resembling “knowledge” or “wisdom”. The glory of failure shines brightly in the absurd and ridiculous concoctions which spring up along the branches of the tree of life. Preposterous adaptations are limited by the narrowest of considerations and wedge into niches so refined as to disappear into an infinity of circumspection almost immediately upon their materialization.
ONE THOUSAND AND ONE CUTS
The stone dead hand of the past clutches one last, desperate time at the reigns of power, temporarily buoyed by the ignorance of a fading generation passing inexorably into ancestry. There is yet one last glint of satisfaction while refusing to look ahead at the changes sweeping away their antiquated values and constraints. Let’s spin one last time round the dance floor to the last waltz as it feebly struggles for those notes which it can no longer sustain with any confidence nor stamina. The world has sustained many a wound by their hands and shall be once more jabbed before they are done, but there is still some hope it will not be enough to drag the future down into the grave with them. Hold on, children, and fight with all your might as only a final, clearly won battle shall be a sign that there is still a path for your descendants to travel upon. Challenge every injustice, deny every false equivalency, discard every polite euphemism and look upon your adversary with clarity, precision and honesty.
A CURSE FOR THE LAST GENERATION
Rulers boil up from cauldrons of fetid obsessions spurned on by dangling carrots. The ignorance of fools is the only reward for your perversity. Watch now as all that the generations have worked for is stripped and torn by the greed driven claws of half human animals grasping for their last straws. This is the reward for your refusal to see. Our home, now despoiled, cries out for mercy only to have boots march across its face, leaving the scars that shall never fade. Beauty is no longer fashionable and neither is intellect as the idiot gods run riot through every culture, upending each altar as the sacrifices tumble down into the blood soaked pits. Pray not for your salvation for GOD has resigned his throne and “gone fishing” for new souls in some other dimension less forsaken than our own. Oh, weak of spirit and frail of fortitude, this is your curse, served up fresh and steaming for your bloated pleasures as you wallow in the entrails of your disemboweled dreams.
YOU CANNOT STAND WHERE YOU DO NOT STAY
Humanity is stupid. If you are not aware of this fact, consider it an indication that you are also stupid. Whenever faced with a choice, the overwhelming tendency is to make the wrong one. The most blatantly deceptive, debauched and decrepit used car salesman can easily push off the worst clunker on any village idiot so long as there is an appropriate sales pitch to appeal to some base instinct. Fear is usually the best motivator - fear of the unknown. The world teeters on the brink of disaster because of stupid human decisions. We are about to plunge into a dismal new dark ages because ignorant, stupid people insisted on making the worst possible decision. There is no “saving grace” anywhere in this miasma of hopeless idiocy. Our lesson will only be learned at the cost of our existence. If anyone is lucky enough to survive, perhaps we’ll grant a few generations a reprieve from our callouss, moronic bumbling. Of course we’ll only end up repeating the same mistakes again anyway.
PERFECTION IS NOTHING
Close the door and nail it shut. Draw the bolt across and weld it into place. Board up the windows and fix the blinds into their permanent obstruction. Cut the cables and disconnect the electricity. Seal the pipes and shut off the mains. No phones, no television, no radios or internet. Block out every wave and particle of light. Silence every sound and still every vibration. Cut all communications. There are no bonds of relationship here. No friends or foes or family or even the least significant acquaintance. Don’t speak or listen. Don’t let one single thought into your head. Dig into the ground until the foundations crumble and the structure collapses into itself. Implode it into a void of negation. When all of this is done, then you are ready to begin.
BE SOMEPLACE WHERE SOME HAVE DESPAIR
It is felt that the help parts are being ignored. My responding oversight whim results in extensive primal everything becoming months. Strutting a mind in, he ends like I was a significant universe. The moments do this for loyalties as it was impressed systematically on occasions so “micromanaged”. I felt the act of taking exited. A dejected partner should show affection. Barely a ripple got the evening to involve time infested extensive remorse. Trying for warmth, I was stuck in some silent, unthinkable place. I was just this familiar with him instead of subsequent occasions that always caused the deepest basement at night. With him, great people’s actions are ignored on occasion. Rather, his connection with anything had not believed help still showed in public. Your decades openly gleaned a kind of time someone has done in this combination. The arrogance of consequences about Mr. Curt was rather an unnecessary mode. The innocuous always couldn’t like it, but I started to get safe crazy off empty, silent and inescapable depths.
UNTIL NEXT TIME - THE FIRST AND FINAL PERFORMANCE
A four hour audio installation & improvised performance application of real-time sonic manipulations based upon nonspecific conceptual interactions.
ANAZANAUT offered the experience of an extended audio installation encounter featuring real time organic interaction with pre-established time fragment constructs. Audience members who attended this event were able to observe and influence actions taken upon various devices and instrumentation with the intent to engender various emotional states endemic of the dispositions of all those in attendance. This included the mysterious “performer” who remained nameless and faceless throughout, avoiding direct interaction however allowing for some modicum of exchange within the context and confines of the performance space and time.
Given the proposition that existence may terminate at any moment within anyone’s personal time-space experiential continuum, this specific manifestation of individuals and actions within an environment upon various objects considers that it has every possibility of being the final such occurrence within the parameters heretofore outlined. As such, it is incumbent upon the producers of this event to advise that the temporal nature of these elements permits the possibility that their interaction shall not be repeated.
DEDICATED TO BROTHER THEODORE
Performed on June 11, 2016 from 8:00 PM until midnight. CONSIVE PROXIM produced June 8, 2016. THRUBBLER PROXIM produced July 22, 2015. Recorded live at THE ARTDOME, Vancouver, BC.
RELUMMA WELLOWS
ALL TREASURES ARE TRASH
It is by the most fortuitous circumstances that existence is able to manifest anything coherent enough to develop awareness and articulation. In a vast infinity of sterile, immobile matter accumulation, somehow select interactions are initiated which, through complex chains of cause and effect, result in cohesive entities who may take some notice of the miraculous nature of their existence. Such is it that these beings, who should be glorified by the miracle of their existence, instead insist on debasing and corrupting themselves in the name of infantile competitions who’s sole purpose amounts to no more than incremental counting of disposable and valueless “assets”. So they are all doomed to the trash heap of self-indulgence as they inexorably fall prey to their own vices and doom themselves to a fatality worse than that reserved for the most noxious of toxins.
BAMBER CONJECTOR
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER
Like an infinite, impenetrable ocean, the longing for oblivion laps against the shores of consciousness. The beauty and simplicity of annihilation sing a siren song calling thoughts out to the vastness of the void. Were it to be a sailor on that sea long enough to go down with the ship as some great swell overwhelms it. A captain should always go down with his ship so long as it may sink low enough to be forever lost. The only fear is that this veil may hide a terrible truth too awful to contemplate. That final revelation being there is no finality after all. Even beyond the threshold of obliteration, there may be something which sustains and remains and the torments shall persist forevermore.
WE ARE THE ANGELS OF OLD
WE CONTROL YOUR SOUL
ALL JOURNEYS ARE CANCELLED
ANNANAAN WELLOWS
OUR GARBAGE IS OUR FUTURE
The debris of generations accumulates within the catacombs of detritus expanding in all directions and chocking out the populous with fumigated toxins. A flower blooms there still despite the poison while faint laughter echoes down the corridors of descendants who will never be born. Shadows pick through cracks and crevasses, seeking some remnant, but only find that the time has long past since chance last deposited opportunity on the threshold. Only a mauled dog limps along with fangs still clinging to the putrified remains coughed up along a path of bone and flaking skin. What’s left can be used for yet one last indulgence as the toilet festival flushes its final slosh down the drain.
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PROLIC EMPTURES
MANKRUB REGOBBLER
Deviations have been allowed to infiltrate the initial phase of conceptual demarcation in order to promote mutations within the organism. Through this process, certain complexities arise which require reexamination from both macroscopic and microscopic perspectives. The process of mutation is required in order to promote some form of organic quasi evolutionary mechanism whereby stagnation may be transmuted into dynamic cohesion. Language constructs become weapons of psychological warfare within this context as logic is broken down through the use of pseudo-intellectual jargon structured in such a manner as to suggest meaning while simultaneously destroying it.
Produced July 24 through August 3, 2015.
“Eleki Ribbon” style Ondes Martenot prototype hand crafted in Japan by @ASADENnet (www.asaden.net) and provided courtesy of CVGATE.
When sound can find a way to resonate through the circles describing the outer boundary, the transfiguration becomes apparent as those forms manifest. Each stage of the encounter enters a prism whereby coded data encryption imposes its mark. From the moment of inception, these myriad perplexities transfix themselves into woven functional matrixes. From this point, the perspective merely secedes until the vanishing point intersection codifies the dynamic elements into their abortive, final form.
Produced July 4,5,7,8, 2015.
All sounds in this recording originated on a prototype “Eleki Ribbon” style Ondes Martenot. This instrument is hand crafted in Japan by ASADEN. It has been provided to ANAZANAUT courtesy of CVGATE.
Forbears grappled with cold stone immobility throughout the centuries. Rigid in their stature, they would crumble rather than flow. But the meaning within the cracks would soon allow for interpretations beyond the mere shadow play envisioned by descendent elders. They would step with larger footings, farther than someone might tip-toe through to liberation. When these aged and weathered wanderings finally found their succour, it was much dryer than any nursing infant could decry.
Recorded July 4,5,7,8, 2015. Remixed July 17,18, 2015.
All sounds in this recording originated on a prototype “Eleki Ribbon” style Ondes Martenot. This instrument is hand crafted in Japan by ASADEN. It has been provided to ANAZANAUT courtesy of CVGATE.
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