After so long it becomes harder to say new things about older things you now just do. Some things you’ve become. Some things you simply (never simply) are. The thing becomes a slippery notion. The self slides along with it. After this long, the story is whatever are the songs.
Here are 11 new ones, from the current constellation, and a future still to come. The cement is still wet on that one.
From the forest near where I now live you can hear a chorus of different birds in voice at once, competing but each defined, in defence of a territory or to attract a mate. There’s an app that tells you so. I wonder, too, what that app doesn’t reveal, if their nature need not share those same purposes. This is simply (never simply) how it exists. If we can’t speak to the mysteries of these strategies, they at least persist, regardless of who picks up the frequency. Singing to itself, and there will always be these kinds of songs.
Self-portrait at two decades. For Roman P.
A1. Ulrika Spacek - Interesting Corners
A2. Empty Country - D3SP4IR
A3. The Reds, Pinks And Purples - New Market Space (Down The Stairs Ver.)
A4. Cindy - The Thousand First
A5. April Magazine - U Bop
B6. Index For Working Musik - Going To Heaven On The End Of A String
B7. Midding - Do As You Would
B8. Luft - My Third Eye
B9. Hospital - 25 Jade Place
B10. William Doyle - The Sun Ain't Doing It For Me Lately
B11. Daily Toll - Begin Again
