tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-386530432024-03-12T23:35:25.718+00:00Steven BallSteven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-74371257773954694332023-11-18T02:25:00.000+00:002023-11-18T02:25:42.107+00:00a picture containing<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have released very little music lately, in fact the most recent and only release this year was back in February, the download single <i>In The Dark</i>. </span></p>
<iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3541787996/size=large/bgcol=333333/linkcol=0f91ff/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 120px; width: 100%;"><a href="https://stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/in-the-dark">In the Dark by Steven Ball</a></iframe>
<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I have been writing new material, however have only recorded the songs in 'demo' form. Demos are very much a conventional format intended to 'demonstrate' new songs before a final studio recording is made for public release. This has been irrelevant for my practice in the past where the final recorded version is usually simply the latest iteration of a process of experimentation, writing, and recording. However, for the songs that I've been working on this year, my intention is to make new recordings, perhaps using a 'professional' recording studio, when the writing process is complete; the aim is to make a consistent and coherent recording of the songs as a kind of 'suite'. As a 'non-musician' the writing process necessarily entails making recordings of the work in progress, so in that sense the material I've recorded this year is in the form of 'demos', not intended for public release. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">An imperative for this process is to write songs that I can perform 'live', previously the priority has been to make recorded works. The first three of these I played in July at the <a href="https://demerararecords.com/contemporary-music-proms-2022/" target="_blank">Contemporary Music Proms</a>, partly as a way to 'road test' them before a live audience. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The songs are broadly concerned with landscape, something that I've approached in much of my work,x both in song and moving image. These current songs more determinedly so, exploring how the relationship with dwelling in landscape might be worked through in song form, how the language and structure of the song might embody a relationship with site and environment. As work in progress it is too early to know what the nature of the final work will be overall, part of the approach is as ever to use the process of writing as a way of thinking through, singing through, the ideas towards developing a conceptual framing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So far the songs are falling fairly naturally into groups following periods of intense activity. The first three songs alluded to above are the result of the first part of the process, mostly concerned with mapping conceptual concerns. One of these evolved from a video performance I made exploring the phenomenological experience of wind as a force in the landscape of Mersea Island in Essex</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">.</span></p><p><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="281" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/614008622?h=3bcd3d05f7" title="vimeo-player" width="400"></iframe></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">This followed from work I have been doing on <a href="https://sensingsite.blogspot.com/p/mersea-island.html" target="_blank">Mersea Island with the Sensingsite artist collective</a>. In this way I am starting to bring together my song work with visual moving image work, something that I have previously largely eschewed as the practices lacked common conceptual structural methodological concerns.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The second tranche of songs is now underway and these are developing from a visit to South Uist in the Outer Hebrides this summer with a more specific brief as a starting point. While in the Western Isles I was concerned with making a direct connection between landscape experience and song. My interest in this location has been prompted by the work of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Fay_Shaw" target="_blank">Margaret Fay Shaw</a> who recorded folklore and folk songs in South Uist in the middle of the twentieth century, and which seems to me to describe a material social and phenomenological connection between the specificity of site and song (of which I may write more in the future). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The current songs started life as improvisations recorded in the field, making up songs on the hoof, while walking, or dw</span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">elling in specific sites and locations. In the realisation of these songs, both the originating field recordings of emplaced improvisation and the songs that develop from that activity may form part of the finished recordings; the final works may therefore embody the trace of their own genesis.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In parallel to this I have made a series of photographs which use various technical strategies to frustrate the tendency of photographic landscape to reproduce the contentions of pictorial visualisation, a project I'm informally calling </span><i style="font-family: helvetica;">How To Photograph Landscape</i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">, and so again my song and other visual art practices begin to converge.</span></p><p><br /></p>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-13964898965951171492021-10-12T00:16:00.002+01:002021-10-12T00:16:53.865+01:00Convoys Wharf - initial arrangement<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/582577164?h=aade4d83dd&title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&speed=0&badge=0&autopause=0&player_id=0&app_id=58479" title="Convoys Wharf - initial arrangement" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Made for the <a href="https://www.contactscreenings.co.uk/fields-of-view" target="_blank">Fields of View</a> screening to celebrate A.L. Rees's posthumous book.
<br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;">This is a composite view of Convoys Wharf in Deptford, constructed from a number of sequences captured at various focal lengths and angles of view on 29 July 2021 between 11.17 and 11.44am. The camera was positioned on the opposite side of the River Thames, 355 metres due northwest of Convoys Wharf, on the furthest extent of the Thames path, from Maritime Quay, 322 metres from Masthouse Terrace Pier. The weather was sunny, with occasional cloud and wind from the west at 25 kph, the temperature was 22 degrees Celsius.</span></div></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0London SE8 3JE, UK51.4834292 -0.027013223.173195363821158 -35.1832632 79.793663036178856 35.1292368tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-91723282941465506222021-05-16T12:54:00.003+01:002021-05-16T12:54:50.013+01:00Standard Definition<iframe style="border: 0; width: 350px; height: 588px;" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3095164082/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/standard-definition">Standard Definition by Steven Ball</a></iframe><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Standard Definition</i> is a collection of four new songs written and recorded in 2021. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Two of the songs, Landscape Painting and Terminal Passage, are the first of what will become an occasional series of song videos made in response to material that I captured on miniDV digital video tape in the first decade of the twenty first century. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The songs describe those videos and extrapolate new narratives from them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The miniDV digital video tape format became largely redundant following the development of domestic High Definition (HD) formats, its image resolution became know as Standard Definition to distinguish it from HD.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The original videos have now been reworked with new material appended and performed with the songs which become an integral structuring component. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Landscape Painting revisits representations of the landscape of my early childhood, Terminal Passage is an imaginary tale of the fate of a ocean liner that sails from Amsterdam in the age of cryptocurrencies and the pandemic (with apologies to S.T. Coleridge).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Of the remaining two songs Click and Catch Switch echoes children’s language development and the Romanian Surrealist poet Ghérasim Luca, in whose writing nouns often become verbs. No Blood, No Soil consists of a series of reflections on statements around the politically vexed notion of connection to place.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Standard Definition videos: </span><a href="http://standard-definition.info/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">standard-definition.info</span></a></p>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-75588499467658451892020-12-31T15:30:00.001+00:002020-12-31T15:30:19.583+00:00HOMECONOMICS<iframe style="border: 0; width: 400px; height: 472px;" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3273858949/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/artwork=small/transparent=true/" seamless><a href="https://stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/homeconomics">HOMECONOMICS by Steven Ball</a></iframe>
<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636;">HOMECONOMICS is a compilation of tracks from albums that I have released over the past six years. This is something of a selective survey, a sampler, of the work I’ve produced since starting to write and record songs in earnest. In part it functions to draw a line under things, a pause before I embark on whatever the next six years might bring. Who knows how that might turn out. As ever there are ideas, but as yet no solid plans.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636;">One important intention of this compilation is to draw some attention to two of the labels that have aided and abetted me in my work: <a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Linear Obsessional</a> and <a href="https://tqn-aut.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">TQN-aut</a>. Both are DIY, non-profit, non-commercial operations, run from people's homes, and as such two examples of the plethora of such labels currently operating solidly outside of the mainstream.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #363636;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #363636;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636;">These labels are the cottage industries of the digital age, performing labours of love, unfettered by the capitalistic concerns of the entertainment industry, operating economies of micro scale, without aspirations to achieve fame, fortune and whatever it is that goes with them, harbouring few expectations of sales or audiences. They do represent artists who have something to say, with or without words, directly, literally, or obliquely, abstractly, who are mostly</span><span class="bcTruncateMore" style="background-color: white; color: #363636;"> unconcerned with the competing hegemonies of critical consensus or the tussle for cultural recognition.<br /><br />These labels provide thousands of artists like me with a context and the possibility of an outlet, and occasionally a track might receive airplay on a programme on Resonance FM in the UK, WFMU in the US, or perhaps one of a myriad of web-based shows globally, the release may receive a review, on a small online or paper zine, or in a more mainstream publication like The Wire.<br /><br />These labels do it because they are enthusiasts who value the artists’ work in and of itself, holding to the possibility that a few others might also like it, even if there's only half a dozen or so of them. Through downloads on Bandcamp, complemented by limited run CD and cassette releases, and when possible gigs in parks and the back rooms of pubs, a self-determined ‘scene' of sorts has coalesced around this activity, the "no audience underground", as Rob Hayler wryly terms it.<br /><br />Of course if you are reading this it's more than likely that none of it is news to you, so think of this perhaps as more of a gentle reminder of what we value, and a suggestion that if you like what you hear in this collection you might be interested in buying the physical albums or the downloads from which they come, and not only mine but also those by the many other artists you will find on these labels, and many others like them. <br /><br />The tracks on this compilation are drawn from the following albums.<br /><br />Some tracks differ from those on the original albums: there are alternative mixes of Cloud of Dreams, Without Movement, and Pattern Accumulating, a live version of Sickness Country, and in the case of subsongs a recent new recording of the song.<br /><br />subsongs <br />CD/download, 2017<br /><a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/subsongs" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/subsongs</a><br /><br />Bastard Island<br />CD/download, 2019<br /><a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/bastard-island" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/bastard-island</a><br /><br />All Living Can Anyone Be Here <br />audio cassette/download, 2020<br /><a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/all-living-can-anyone-be-here" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/all-living-can-anyone-be-here</a><br /><br />Abstract Vectoral Landscapes<br />CD/download, 2019<br /><a href="https://tqn-aut.bandcamp.com/album/abstract-vectoral-landscapes" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">tqn-aut.bandcamp.com/album/abstract-vectoral-landscapes</a><br /><br />Collected Local Songs<br />download, 2015<br /><a href="https://stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/collected-local-songs" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/collected-local-songs</a><br /><br />Surplus<br />download, 2015<br /><a href="https://stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/surplus" style="color: #0687f5; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">stevenball.bandcamp.com/album/surplus</a> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636;"> </span></span>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-49864479384412846702020-11-29T15:36:00.005+00:002020-11-29T15:36:34.916+00:00Standard Definition: P&O Liner Regal Princess Departs Amsterdam, 18 May 2003 at 17.05. Captured from miniDV, 10 November 2020 at 15.05; audio removed, slowed to 42%, 25 November 2020 at 22.55.<div style="padding:75% 0 0 0;position:relative;"><iframe src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/485092699?autoplay=1&color=ffffff&title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" style="position:absolute;top:0;left:0;width:100%;height:100%;" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; fullscreen" allowfullscreen></iframe></div><script src="https://player.vimeo.com/api/player.js"></script>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-44479854332368624682020-10-25T12:27:00.003+00:002020-10-25T12:57:53.448+00:00Click. And.<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/917232434&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/steven-ball" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Steven Ball">Steven Ball</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/steven-ball/click-and" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Click. And.">Click. And.</a></div><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">image: two small wine glasses bought for £1.50 at The Well charity shop, Creek Road, Deptford on Saturday 24 October 2020.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">[Guitar seance. The dictation software renders "guitar sounds" as "guitar seance", what is it trying to tell me?]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Guitar sounds, compression, tremolo, pedal noise, wah-wah attenuation, harmonics, resonance, improvised pick up selector and tone control.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Strum. Twang. Pluck. Thump. Ring.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Onomatopoeic text read over the guitar recording, with room sound. new para.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It starts here in this room, with nothing more added than small sounds, occasional hesitant voice, the beginnings of a set of new songs in progress. Perhaps. This will be edited. Maybe. Micro-selection, looping, repetition, and other processes. The text will grow into a lyric, built upon, forms of syntax, sign systems could arise from this simple list of onomatopoeic sound words which satisfy the mouth, to speak or to sing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Other songs may follow, perhaps using similarly improvised techniques, perhaps using texts that are written before starting the song, starting with guitar and voice, in the room. There is no particular initial idea or conceptual framing for the songs, except to start with what comes to mind, or the hand, in the first instance, in the moment. Working in and around other projects this may take some time, or no time at all.</span></p><div><br /></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-43896025192996163512020-09-13T15:25:00.001+01:002020-09-13T15:25:33.079+01:00Central Asian Pavilion, Venice Biennale, 26 August 2005<iframe allow="autoplay; fullscreen" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="https://player.vimeo.com/video/457441579" width="400"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><p class="first" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a2e3b; letter-spacing: 0.01rem; line-height: 1.42857; margin: 0px 0px 1.25rem; max-width: 44rem;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Unedited capture from miniDV tape.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a2e3b; letter-spacing: 0.01rem; line-height: 1.42857; margin: 0px 0px 1.25rem; max-width: 44rem;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Works shown: 'Pastan - Mirror' by Yerbossyn Meldibekov (Kazakhstan, 2004 - 2005); 'On the Road' by Almagul Menlibayeva (Kazakhstan, 2005); 'Sniper' by Said Atabekov (Kazakhstan, 2005); 'Trans Siberian Amazons' by Muratbek Djoumaliev and Gulnara Kasmalieva (Kyrgyzstan, 2004).</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1a2e3b; letter-spacing: 0.01rem; line-height: 1.42857; margin: 0px 0px 1.25rem; max-width: 44rem;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Information sheet with essay by curator Viktor Misiano here: <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1syx1dzYCxNMAL6OT1FekCXnNFHgq_wPC/view?usp=sharing" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="appearance: none; background-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #00adef; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; line-height: inherit; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration-line: none; transition: all 0.1s ease-in-out 0s;" target="_blank">drive.google.com/file/d/1syx1dzYCxNMAL6OT1FekCXnNFHgq_wPC/view?usp=sharing</a></span></p></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-44863404286872642732020-08-20T13:25:00.000+01:002020-08-20T13:25:05.165+01:00Aroundabout<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/f5jy0NWGvvE" width="400"></iframe></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #030303; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">written and recorded 2001
first released on <a href="https://www.discogs.com/Storm-Bugs-The-Bugs-Are-Back/release/330118" target="_blank">The Bugs Are Back EP by Storm Bugs (Klanggalerie gg57, 2002)</a>
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #030303; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">photo: Tintern Road, St Helier Estate, Terry Ball c1950
and the chair is by the table
and the table’s in the room
and the room is in the house
and the house is in a yard
the yard is in a terrace
and the terrace on the street
the street leads to a road
the road’s on the estate
and all the roads will meet at an enormous roundabout
and the yard is by the hedge
and the hedge by the pavement
and the pavement by the grass
and the grass is on the verge
the verge becomes the gutter
and the gutter’s in the street
the street it has a name
the name’s on the estate
and all the names will meet at an enormous roundabout
and the net is in the goal
and the goal posts on the grass
and the grass is on the pitch
and the pitch is in a park
the park is on a footpath
that leads out to the street
the street it is a game
the game of the estate
and all the games will meet at an enormous roundabout
and the road runs past the park
and beside the roundabout
the swing is on the concrete
and the concrete on the grass
the grass is in the playground
and the playground in the park
the estate is a park
the park is an estate
and all the estates meet at an enormous roundabout
and a bottle’s on the table
and the table’s in the drive
and the drive’s beside the house
and the house beside the drive
and the driving roundabout
and the terror on the street
the street leads to a road
the roads on the estate
and all the roads will meet at an enormous roundabout
and the chair is by the table
and the table’s in the room
and the room is in the house
and the house is in a yard
the yard is in a terrace
and the terrace on the street
the street leads to a road
the road’s on the estate
and all the roads will meet at an enormous roundabout</span></span></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-70477266154211751292020-08-19T20:29:00.004+01:002020-11-22T14:49:40.984+00:00Looking After the Duck and All Living Can Anyone Be Here reviewed by Neil Kulkarni in The Wire, September 2020<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReI0rPCzvEIBzRatlMIN7R5B4plIkmn2wIXKxvIRbjdtY14hjSQVpKdpkJ3GKLHYWnfscZzRRAZcrEFVKibApY3w_Gwy1Eqv4UNvln-_bb51ZGHLhaZjQVwTbzaNQUwAac191/s2048/wire_review_09_2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1683" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgReI0rPCzvEIBzRatlMIN7R5B4plIkmn2wIXKxvIRbjdtY14hjSQVpKdpkJ3GKLHYWnfscZzRRAZcrEFVKibApY3w_Gwy1Eqv4UNvln-_bb51ZGHLhaZjQVwTbzaNQUwAac191/w337-h410/wire_review_09_2020.jpg" width="337" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">click article to enlarge</span></div><p></p>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-19124869982631859362020-07-30T16:17:00.011+01:002020-07-31T11:08:42.010+01:00Out of Kilter: on 'All Living Can Anyone Be Here'<font color="#666666" face="helvetica">On songs on my new cassette/download album <i>All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i>.</font><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">
<iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1474426785/size=small/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/track=1330791500/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 42px; width: 100%;"><a href="http://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/all-living-can-anyone-be-here">All Living Can Anyone Be Here by Steven Ball</a></iframe> </font><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">I am walking along Creek Road from Greenwich to Deptford, just passing the Tesco Express, on a quite ordinary chilly winter’s weekday, close to midday. The next junction is the corner of Deptford Church Street where you have to wait for the lights in order to cross the road as the traffic filters into the turning from a number of different directions. The work on the Thames Tideway super sewer has caused various reroutes of the traffic, resulting in continually changing reconfigured traffic flows and temporary road crossings; negotiating the junction is as confusing for the pedestrian as probably it is for drivers. Ahead of me, roughly halfway between me and the junction, is a woman, walking slowly. She is wearing a large parka with the hood up, a ‘snorkel’ style hood with a lining made of some kind of fur-like material, which I can see from behind as a kind of fuzzy halo. I’m walking faster and catch up with her fairly quickly. Just as I’m about to walk past she stops and turns. I am almost immediately behind her and she seems slightly startled, with the hood blocking her peripheral vision she’s unaware that I am there until she turns, and while I’m not so close that I bump into her, I am close enough that had she turned a second later we might have collided. As I walk past she mumbles an apology and I notice that she clearly is, or has been, crying. Her tears have made her eye make-up (mascara, eyeliner, or similar) run down her face, the light brown colour of the streaks looks like dry blood. </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">This image struck me as deeply affecting. I imagined this not to be an unusual occurrence, it seemed entirely possible, given the state of the world, of society, if you like, that people are routinely openly weeping in public, the ‘dry blood’ streaks on her face suggested not so much ghoulishness, but a mundane corporeality, a material symbol of the way things are for some. Perhaps there was an idea for a song driven by this image. </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">I thought about the possibilities for this song, an early version consisted of something very close to the narrative description of the incident at the beginning of this piece. It gradually transmuted into a kind of response to a regular reviewer of my albums who, to my occasional bemusement, seems intent to read into my songs some kind of commentary on the state of society, or some such, that the songs might be “<a href="http://thesoundprojector.com/2019/08/14/intire-of-itselfe/" target="_blank">attempting perhaps to come to terms with the human condition</a>”, disturbingly describing one as a “<a href="http://thesoundprojector.com/2018/06/02/underground-map/" target="_blank">…suicide-inducing existential song…</a>”, another as offering “<a href="http://thesoundprojector.com/2018/06/02/underground-map/" target="_blank">…a bleak vision of the human condition…</a>” and suggesting another as presenting “<a href="http://thesoundprojector.com/2020/03/11/theres-nothing-to-say/" target="_blank">…may be what Ball thinks about the UK political state just now.</a>”. </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">These are readings in search of meaning, the reader brings an assumption to the text, an assumption of intended meaning, however the songs are more often produced as complex constructions of diverse material than they are direct reflections of, or personal expression about the state of the world. So for 'All Living Can Anyone Be Here' I decided that I would work with material that directly reflected on or reported about the conditions of life for people in the UK today, conditions which are a result of iniquitous government policy, austerity, poverty, and discrimination, gleaned from media reports and my own observations such as the one reported above, observations which suggest a pervasive state of anxiety, depression, a kind of general sadness, a condition echoed by Lucy Ellmann in <i>Ducks, Newburyport</i> when she states “…sometimes I think that today people must be the saddest people ever… I’m sure people haven’t always lived in such a constant state of alarm…”. </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">I compiled newspaper and Twitter reports of suicide, the public despair of ‘professionals’ begging, homelessness, the upsurge in use of depression and anxiety medication, and so on, appropriated text directly from such sources and adapted it into lyric form. The grimness of the lyric exceeded my expectations as a ’snap shot’ view of contemporary Britain, it was, if anything, an almost parodic caricature of grimness, maybe something of a candidate for the saddest song ever written (which was its working title). <span>If I were to continue use a more direct approach, a more straight forward narrative description of the instances would have potentially been rather voyeuristic, perhaps exploitative, a kind of disaster porn, or alternatively suggesting a phoney empathy with its subjects. Equally the song wasn’t to be an agent of social reform.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I thought it was more interesting to present a more refracted broken landscape of the state of things, one that would distil the essences into a kind of textual material ambient intensity. To achieve this I used a tried and tested ‘cut-up’ method, introduced an alphabetical arrangement of the lines, and in this configuration what became the first verses was: </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"> </font></div><div><i><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">all living can anyone be here, a woman who, abruptly faced, acute mania, all looked away, and he sells, anti-depressants, as anxiety levels, anxious withdrawn, apologise, appreciate, and I write, being released, benefits cut, blinkers her, blood trickling down, on childhood happiness...</font></i></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica">…and so on. </font></div><div><font color="#666666" face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font color="#666666"><font face="helvetica"><span>The cut-up fragmentation was intended to be less an avant-gardist disjunction, more to facilitate textual ambience, a striated refraction that echoes a distributed mundanity.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The first line became the title and the title track of the album. I chose the title for the album because of its enigmatic slightly melancholic quality. Like the song it doesn't necessarily parse into ‘meaning’ as such, but hopefully resonates with a sensibility, an out of kilter quality that pervades the whole album.</font> </font></div></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-31662101247299775902020-07-20T12:48:00.001+01:002020-07-21T10:34:00.336+01:00In Transit: on 'Crossfields'<div><font face="helvetica">On songs on my new cassette/download album <i>All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i>.</font></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #737373;"><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></span></div><font face="helvetica"><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1474426785/size=small/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/track=2639805137/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 42px; width: 100%;"><a href="http://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/all-living-can-anyone-be-here">All Living Can Anyone Be Here by Steven Ball</a></iframe>
<div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div>‘Crossfields’ is what might under certain circumstances rather ungenerously be called filler, so in some ways I am mounting something of a defence of filler here to describe a track that has a particular function within the overall experience of the album. This track's inclusion is entirely to make a transition from ‘And On The Heath’ and ‘Even On A Wednesday’. On its own, out of context, it would represent a very slight and inconsequential piece of music, whereas the other tracks on the album, I think, would stand as self-contained as they have been composed and produced as discrete works. When I was programming the order of the tracks, after the final mix, I was concentrating on what might be experienced on a continuous listen to the album, from start to end, such as one might experience when listening to a cassette, with a break for turning it over. I thought it was necessary for there to be some kind of buffer, some way of going less directly from one song to the next. This is partly because of the themes of the songs: ‘…Wednesday’ is where the theme of reflections on the coronavirus situation starts, while ‘…Heath’ represents an earlier, pre-COVID-19 context, and is a more expansive recording, its longer, slower pace, unfolding more slowly. As both songs reflect upon space and place as context, for the album to go immediately from one to the other seemed too much of a jump, there needed to be space for rest and decompression, a break, an intermission, to carry the listener from one place to another before entering the interior suspension of lockdown; from out on the open space of Blackheath to the limbo of domestic space in covid time.</div></font><font face="helvetica"><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">The track itself, such as it is, derives from a vocal and synth improvisation I had made consisting of a drum machine rhythm based on a sample from David Bowie's ‘Art Decade’ from <i>Low</i>, over which I played an 'A' note across a couple of octaves on the synth, while I adjusted the resonance control and improvised a droney autotuned vocal melody. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">The original recording is here:</font></div>
<font face="helvetica"><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/861196879&color=%23341507&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe></font><div style="color: #cccccc; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><font face="helvetica"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/steven-ball" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Steven Ball">Steven Ball</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/steven-ball/bigger-asteroid" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Bigger Asteroid">Bigger Asteroid</a></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><font face="helvetica">
<div><font face="helvetica">I had briefly considered this as a music track for what was to become ‘Private Ambulance’, but that song went in another quite different direction. To make ‘Crossfields' I removed the rhythm track, and remixed and treated the vocal and synth. The title is the name of an area and housing estate in Deptford between my house and Blackheath, and I often pass through there between the two. The filler that the track provides is crucial to the pace and the atmosphere of <i>All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i>, and the experience of the album overall.</font></div></font></font>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-7412623760994611362020-07-14T13:55:00.005+01:002020-07-15T00:52:11.990+01:00At a Distance: on 'Private Ambulance'<div><font face="helvetica">On songs on my new cassette/download album <i>All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i>.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
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<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">'Private Ambulance' started as a rhythm, a shuffle beat, inspired perhaps by Gary Glitter’s ‘Rock n Roll Parts 1 & 2’, beat out on the furniture, edited into short loops in Ableton Live, replayed in random groups. </span></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">This is the first version:</font></div>
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<div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Another influence was ‘Excerpts From Blue Tongue Corroboree’, sung by Yinmalagara and Nalbared with Djawida on didjeridu, recorded in Oenpelli, Western Arnhem Land (Australia) in 1962, from the album <i>Songs from the Northern Territory: Aboriginal Music from Western Arnhem Land (Corroboree Songs with Didjeridu; Some Speech)</i>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div>
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<div><br /></div><div><font face="helvetica">Their song starts out quite polyrhythmical but becomes more like a ’shuffle’ beat from around 1:56. I was interested in how the players use material and objects close to hand to make the instruments, that the sound is materially deeply integrated with the place, both in terms of being from and of that place. The low synth drone of my recording echoes the drone of the didjeridu, a low grounded tone that seems to be speaking as much to the ground as emerging from it, with the circular breathing loop creating the continuity of the drone. Of course I’m not recording in an outback clearing, I’m in a room, the furniture I’m banging is in the room. I imagine a live performance situation where the audience is encouraged to participate by ‘playing’ along, adding the sound of beating their chairs and tables to the mix in the room; the sound in the room, and of the room. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">My rhythm track sat unused until I started to work on ‘Private Ambulance’ and was looking around for a rhythmic base for it. I slowed it down and changed the time signature, which produced a more loping and occasionally stuttered rhythm.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">The lyrics that I had been working on for the song were a kind of companion to <a href="https://directobjective.blogspot.com/2020/07/out-of-time-on-even-on-wednesday.html" target="_blank">‘Even On A Wednesday’</a>, dramatising the experience of the coronavirus situation but on the other side of the front door, the ‘boundary situation’. What happens when one goes into the outside world? This was at the height of lockdown when provisional, often tentative, information about the behaviour of the virus and its transmission was being circulated, its influence on the behaviour of humans in relation to one another became the subject of 'guidance'. It was a 'live' situation, government advice was ambivalent and ambiguous, the epidemiology was developing. The song was a way of internalising and speculating about how one should behave in relation to the proximity of other people, how one was to conduct oneself in public, who and where the airborne virus might be coming from, how one might encounter it out there in the world, how far the virus might travel through the air on a cough, in a sneeze. How close is too close? If I can smell you are you too close? The experience of space became infused with strange new intensities, from caution to paranoia to fear. Would other people be aware of their own proximity to each other, to you and me? How was their proprioception? What have I touched? Who else has touched it? Or coughed near it? The abjection of the infected imbued the perception of nations, infected communities, and individuals alike. Pulling all these impressions into a lyric was a fairly easy task, it almost wrote itself. </font></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The intensity of the situation was heightened by unseasonably warm and sunny weather, accompanied by a lack of air pollution due to the absence of road and air traffic: the virus had influenced the weather it seemed. On one of those clear and sunny afternoons, I sat in the park opposite my house editing the lyric, when a large black van with the words 'PRIVATE AMBULANCE' drove past, there, with it’s medical connotation as well as the notion of ‘ambulation’, to walk and move being both a private and spatialised social activity, was the song's title.</span></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">I accompanied the recalibrated furniture loops with loops of the sound of my breathing, the impact on respiration being one of the effects on the body of the virus, which brought a visceral intensity to the sound. I added a couple of tracks of sustained and glitched guitar, as well as a homemade <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shepard_tone" target="_blank">Shepard Tone</a>, further ramping up the claustrophobia, before recording the vocal track.</font></div><div><br /></div>Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-82867086076972376782020-07-10T16:53:00.000+01:002020-07-10T16:53:35.906+01:00Blackheath Noir, in which Jude Cowan Montague interviews me about All Living Can Anyone Be Here<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica";">read it here:<br /><a href="https://www.thesundaytribune.com/2020/07/10/blackheath-noir-with-steven-ball/">https://www.thesundaytribune.com/2020/07/10/blackheath-noir-with-steven-ball/</a></span><br />
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-59843674926871323262020-07-08T11:03:00.002+01:002020-07-08T11:13:18.658+01:00Out of Place: on 'And On The Heath'<div><font face="helvetica">On songs on my new cassette/download album <i>All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i>.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div>
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<div><font face="helvetica"><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>It’s bound to fail, this impossible landscape</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlx41yz5v70ndQaZnQK1j9PvsvBOD1KdOFHto9uh9q3iSy1FjeTyOjvmz1Au8Q0YWUmfg0TZI3Ssmzr4X_Wr1ntRpDYaJxvB9Nt4o-Dvfk9opHXCUGsRAaEu923ClFwY3ifzR/s11604/IMG_4897.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3928" data-original-width="11604" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlx41yz5v70ndQaZnQK1j9PvsvBOD1KdOFHto9uh9q3iSy1FjeTyOjvmz1Au8Q0YWUmfg0TZI3Ssmzr4X_Wr1ntRpDYaJxvB9Nt4o-Dvfk9opHXCUGsRAaEu923ClFwY3ifzR/w400-h135/IMG_4897.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">In <i>Landscape Theory</i> (2008) Kenneth R. Olwig writes in response to a roundtable conversation about representations of landscape. In the section titled ‘The “Actual Landscape,” or Actual Landscapes?’, he observes that there is a “consistent tendency to refer to “the landscape” in the singular…”, which is notable given that the roundtable suggests that “…landscape has a variety of meanings.” He goes on to suggest that “…landscape is notable for having a double identity…” it is, he suggests, following Yi-Fu Tuan, a “…‘diaphor’, because it combines at least ‘two disimilar appearances or ideas’” which introduces a tension that “…derives from the fact that landscape means both ‘domain’ and ‘scenery’”. ‘Domain’ in this context is understood as “…a place, region, or country, or land inhabited by people and it thus belongs to the discourse of politics, economics, community, society, and what i would call the art of place making”, while ‘scenery’ “…belongs to the discourse of the aesthetics of space.” According to Tuan, he reports, “…the diaphoric meaning of landscape… lies not in one image (concretely known) pointing to another, but rather in both - equally important - imaginatively synthesized”. Olwig goes on to suggest that these two meanings are expressed in Dr. Johnson’s 1755 dictionary: “(1) ‘A region; the prospect of a country’; (2) ‘A picture, representing an extent of space, with the various objects in it.’” </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">The song ‘And On The Heath’ exists within this “tensive meaning”.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">Olwig continues his philological investigation of landscape by discussing the word 'prospect' as used in the first part of Dr Johnson’s definition, which he claims is “…actually ‘an extensive view’ with no particular reference to the practice of making pictures. The use of the term ‘prospect’ to refer to ‘a sketch or picture of a scene’ is in fact minor, and now ‘archaic.’ This suggests that artistic representation was not central to the constitution of landscape…” and that “…what one sees in prospect is a pre-given place that has been constituted through social activity in the course of making history.”</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>we can’t observe the boundless heath, all we do is point to things </i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">In 1993 social anthropologist Tim Ingold, in ‘The Temporality of the Landscape’, coined the term ‘taskscape’, to mark an attention to space being constituted as place through activity which takes, or perhaps makes, place. In tandem with Olwig’s suggestions, these approaches to landscape would mark a shift from a visual artistic representation that places objects in space but lacks the representation of activity which might distinguish what makes the place. Ingold was particularly concerned with the spatial and temporal dimensions of the landscape in human activity as evinced in Pieter Bruegel’s famous painting 'The Harvesters'. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">In any attempt at landscape representation that engages with temporality in the form of duration and narrative as an inherent part of its media form, such as a film or music, human and non-human activity might become integral to the way place is characterised; in song pointing to and describing it, would, in itself represent an impossibility, a ‘visualisation’ which would put it out of place and out of time. From the position of the individual making the representation the place is only ever a subjective construction, it can’t stand in for the supposed objectivity of the map's geometric projection, or the fixity of the Euclidean perspectival view.</font></div><div><br /></div><div><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="12071" height="75" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5-qC-Te3N2Ng_RO7o2Ei8UFhlnE2h7XUmbUBOUOIXbqrkWY1tILibF17yawimli1kZ6_ps3SlNzqjYjtqQIYcrpJ-n7o8IsqR9BKadCH937eN9ndQyKij2EHby9cBsR9mM7l/w400-h75/composite.jpg" width="400" /></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">In ‘The Plains’ by Gerald Murnane, the lands</font><span style="font-family: helvetica;">cape of the plains grows quite incomprehensible, as though familiarity engenders more a remove from it. The landscape is avoided by its filmmaker protagonist, always only ever viewed obliquely, from an angle. It speaks of the impossibility of connection with landscape, it’s bound to fail, representation becomes a distancing, an uninhabitable landscape.</span></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>back on the heath, I try to write, the sense of site, invoke the place, the here and now and back in time, in 88 or 73 or 99</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">It is within this as an impossible ‘constituted place’ that the song ‘And on the Heath’ attempts to construct a landscape representation from the position of an eccentric relation to the place, space and the time, in relation to the non-centrality of the individuality of the writer to the heath of Blackheath.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>and on the heath, sirens, police, crows, ducks, and geese</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDk-uzSUPm_VhiLwafivoez3CaxhQZgCe1rXdvZVuobJpovNrhfZhSIXoDNWpdmo1JDvh5jgpX44vS-EYCa6l4FbsdqQ7wAzfyw-DUlYSbiAftM_L52LhNyZZmNgUvnYU2UXa/s4032/IMG_4806.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDk-uzSUPm_VhiLwafivoez3CaxhQZgCe1rXdvZVuobJpovNrhfZhSIXoDNWpdmo1JDvh5jgpX44vS-EYCa6l4FbsdqQ7wAzfyw-DUlYSbiAftM_L52LhNyZZmNgUvnYU2UXa/w400-h225/IMG_4806.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><i><br /></i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">It makes its attempts at visual description, not from impressions captured <i>en plein air</i> as might be the case with landscape painting, but of the landscape as abstracted, oblique views, such as those of Murnane's plainsfolk, as seen in photos and videos I had captured on the heath, as well as from other associated sources.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>low edge of cloud, shallow depth of field, forms rectangular, metallic sky, green underneath, and seen between, oblique squinting, ochre sunlight, dull glow diffuse, overcast</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">As I try to write the sense of place I include a bricolage of eccentric subjective personal and cultural associations, the temporal expressed as a kind of memorial association with the past, a ‘view’ that extends from the immediate present experience of place through imagined and historical resonance. </font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>rain falls in grey far away</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">The song started to take shape in January 2020, when I went for a walk to Blackheath, 2 miles from my house. This is not the settlement, the ‘village’ of Blackheath, but the large open space of the heath itself. Already by describing my own activity I’m constructing a ‘taskscape’, the tasks of walking and listening are taking, and here, making place. I was listening to Syd Barrett’s solo album ‘Barrett’ on my earphones, the songs are evocative of a sense of London that largely no longer exists, the grey whimsy of a mid-week afternoon where nothing happens, set in rambling Victorian terrace houses. This particular overcast and drizzly afternoon as viewed across the expanse of the heath, was strongly evocative of this sense, and the phrase from Barrett’s song ‘Baby Lemonade’.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>the heater’s on, the windows are thin, I’m trying hard to keep this warmth in…</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica">This line from The Go-Betweens song ‘Quiet Heart’ on their 1988 album <i>16 Lovers Lane</i>, reminded me very much of my own return to London in the mid-nineties after living in Australia for some years. The band had themselves returned to Australia after several years living in London when they recorded the song, and the line captures the sense of living in draughty cold houses, that of the mundane exotic.</font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><br /></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i>smile with us, in the morning, the best music, we play it all for you</i></font></div><div><font face="helvetica"><i><br /></i></font></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was determined for this album to specifically not be my ‘lockdown record’, mostly as it was made in exactly the same place as most of my work, my studio at home, so the lockdown situation had little bearing on the conditions of its recording. However, the circumstances of the coronavirus became impossible to ignore and a couple of the songs inevitably reflect that directly. Looking back on this song now, from a point where lockdown is to be relaxed with Boris Johnson referring to the coming weekend as though it will be a kind of liberation, a 'Super Saturday', it's hard not to think that it could also be a super-spreading Saturday, and we might soon be plunged back into the kind of lockdown conditions imposed in March. Whether that would precipitate the experiences as recounted in this song all over again is unlikely, at that time the situation was pretty much unprecedented and it seemed all the more intense for it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Set firmly in a domestic temporal context, the concerns of the song are signalled in its first line “...time here in the front room…”, and I’ll return to that in due course. But 'Even on a Wednesday' originated, in the first instance, before its coronavirus inspired concern with time and space arose, from my admiration for the Basque singer Mikel Laboa, in particular his 1969 song ‘Baga Biga Higa’, which for some time I'd harboured a desire to perform. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Laboa starts the song in a somewhat hesitant, almost mournful tone, later becoming more animated. The lyrics are, on the face of it, somewhat simplistic, but also subject to some debate as to what might be their references and their interpretation, particularly in their translation from Basque, to Spanish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> “The lyrics do not have a logical translation, because in reality it is only a phonetic sequence . However, the following elements can be found: the first two letters of the first ten words (ba ga, bi ga, hi ga, la ga, bo ga, se ga, za i, zo i, be le, ha rma) coincide with the first two letters of each of the first ten numbers in Basque 4 (ba t, bi , hi ru, la u, bost, se i, za zpi, zo rtzi, be deratzi, ha mar). In addition the corresponding word bederatzi (nine) is bele (Crow) and the corresponding hamar (ten) is harma , meaning in Basque and Castilian match: gun , shot , bam! . Finally, it is possible to recognize the following Basque vocabulary: gerrena plat ( BBQ 5 and plate , in Castilian, 6 respectively), olio zopa (oil 7 and soup , respectively, 8), kikili salda (respectively chicken , with the sense of a coward , 9 and broth 10 ), edan edo klik (literally drink or swallow : edan is to drink , or absorb , 11 klik is the onomatopoeia of swallowing in Basque, 12 while edo is the disjunction or), ikimilikiliklik: tongue twister that includes the words above, kikili and klik.” </span> <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baga,_biga,_higa" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a> (auto-translation from Spanish)</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So in essence the song could be thought of as a kind of counting song, however there is further discussion elsewhere that suggests that while it is indeed a kind of ‘nonsense’ poem, there could be more to it, there is some suggestion that it references occult activity, so that in addition to being a </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“…traditional phonic poem, based on onomatopoeic elements , without specific content. The numerical sequence 'bat', 'bi', 'hiru', 'lau' ..., becomes 'baga' 'biga' 'higa' 'laga'..., apparently used in rites of witchcraft, 'akelarres'.” Also that it is “…a song to "pronounce", to train the child in a kind of pre-speech. The sense or meaning of the words is secondary". But it might also refer to “…covens, witches, potions ... Baga-Biga-Higa!” </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://eu.musikazblai.com/traducciones/mikel-laboa/baga-biga-higa/" target="_blank">eu.musikazblai.com/traducciones/mikel-laboa/baga-biga-higa/</a> (Google translation from Spanish)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Even on a Wednesday’ doesn’t engage in the same kind of wordplay, or have such layers of possible contextual relevance, the Laboa song is primarily more of a musical influence, my melody in part follows his, but I do include a nod to it as a counting song in the lines </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“...one two three four five six, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">lasting through the front room, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">everyday is Wednesday, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">seven eight nine ten...</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">”, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and to a children's nursery rhyme </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“…when the ticking clock, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">comes to a stop, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dickory dock…”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This also acts to introduce the theme of the relationship between counting time, clock time, and duration. The song is a reflection of how the subjective experience of both time and space became affected during the coronavirus crisis, when lockdown imposed a ‘virus time’ wherein the suspension of the usual demands of time, regulated clock time, such as regular work hours, have been abandoned. With this experience, exacerbated by the cessation of social activity and its attendant necessity for timetables and appointments, the measurement of time becomes more loose, if not completely abandoned. This is accompanied by a contraction of space, when everyone is obliged to socially isolate, to stay at home; it might as well be some uneventful time of the week, in a domestic setting, say Wednesday afternoon, all the time, even on a Wednesday. The extent of spatial experience becomes the distance from the front room to the bedroom, the cubic space of the kitchen, the front door becomes a boundary, the world beyond, the world outside, is a more dangerous place, a place to be avoided if possible. We are floating around our houses, on virus time, <i>quarantime</i>. The confusion of time with its measurement is dismantled along with ‘just in time’ supply chains and delivery models, employment which dictates temporal conditions on workers, and of course ‘zero hours’. Virus time is not clock time, it is zero hours all the time, now or perhaps some time on a Wednesday afternoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">These experiences reminded me of the writing of Henri Bergson (1859 - 1941), which characterises duration as an unquantifiable continuous flow, as distinct from the more scientific conception which spatialises time. As a contemporary of Einstein, Bergson was critical of the idea of relativity, claiming that objectifying, regulating, mechanically measuring time, distorts the flux of consciousness, the subjective experience projected into space. For Bergson duration is qualitative, it is the continuum of ‘lasting through’ as experienced by a conscious subject. In bringing together these new spatiotemporal experiences, the recalibration necessitated by lockdown becomes a reflection of Bergsonian time and space; ‘Even on a Wednesday' reflects the subjective state of living inside the materialisation of this that the coronavirus brought with it. (see Henri Bergson’s <i>Time and Free Will: An Essay on the Immediate Data of Consciousness</i>, 1889, and <i>Duration and Simultaneity: Bergson and the Einsteinian Universe</i>, 1922).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In constructing the music track I was particularly interested in the way Terry Riley, in particular in 'A Rainbow in Curved Air', 1969, constructs looping repetitive patterns which sound simultaneously as though they achieve a kind of stasis within duration. Unlike the more regimented repetition of the related music of Philip Glass and Steve Reich, there is a loose rhythmic loping quality, a not-so-strict meter, which might better reflect the experience of temporality as duration as distinct from mechanical time. I arranged samples of plucked arpeggio guitar chords over several rows in an Ableton Live grid. These were based around A minor and F, but juxtaposed with a number of other chords which when played together in different configurations produce differing and sometimes unpredictable discordance, particularly when enhanced with decaying looping effects. I recorded the song singing the lyrics while playing through the Live session sequence, which has the effect that the melody occasionally deviates from the chord structure. </span><br />
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-67589918710359147252020-06-21T15:04:00.000+01:002020-06-22T02:46:56.656+01:00Upper Watergate Street, Deptford. 15:04, Sunday 21 June, 2020<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Even on a Wednesday' is a song from my forthcoming album </span><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All Living Can Anyone Be Here</i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> which</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> </i>is now available to pre-order from Linear Obsessional. The pre-order includes one song download now, the full album is on cassette and download released on June 25 2020.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;">All Living Can Anyone Be Here </span>contains four songs and one instrumental. All but one of the songs were written and recorded during April and May 2020, two of those ('Even on a Wednesday' and 'Private Ambulance’) reflect the coronavirus situation of that period, concentrating in particular on the attendant shifts in the subjective experience of space and time. The album’s title track is an abstracted meditation on what might more broadly be called 'the state of society’, a bewilderment of news reports and the author’s own observations. ‘And on the Heath’ was written and recorded before the crisis, and considers spatial and temporal dislocation in attempting to evoke the place known as Blackheath in South East London as a ‘landscape’, wherein the song’s narrator is resigned to admit that <span style="font-style: italic;">...we can’t observe the boundless heath, all we do is point to things.</span></span><br />
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-50428846972055641472020-06-03T01:45:00.000+01:002020-06-03T01:45:34.677+01:00Time and the Weather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #363636; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Time and the Weather is an ambient soundscape mix of <a href="http://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/bastard-island" target="_blank">Bastard Island (Linear Obsessional, 2019)</a>. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #363636; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Dispensing with vocals the instrumental recordings redolent with spatial diffraction, signal refraction, small sounds, and distance communication, evoke the atmosphere of the island. Paid download includes a bonus track.</span><br />
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-66391540089183521532020-05-06T11:00:00.000+01:002020-05-11T13:13:27.866+01:00from the shed roof, Wednesday morning, 6 May 2020<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-61452584206266109162020-04-29T12:58:00.004+01:002020-11-22T14:48:29.244+00:00all about Crumpsall Riddle - Looking After The Duck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span face=""helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif">Looking After The Duck, the album recorded by Jude Cowan Montague and me under the name Crumpsall Riddle, is attracting quite a bit of attention and some critical praise. I'll dedicate this post to reviews of and other news about the album and update it as and when there is something new.</span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif" style="font-family: helvetica;">Reviews:</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><blockquote><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"></div></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Joined by Matt Armstrong on bass guitar, also acting as engineer for the recordings, the duo turn in an array of quite minimal / sparse instrumentation including guitars, drum machine, and moog, but it’s the voices that are showcased. Singing voices, spoken word, and an odd form of song-speech…the distinctive taste of this Crumpsall Riddle is the combination of these vocal larynxes...</span> </i></div></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">- <a href="http://www.thesoundprojector.com/2020/11/20/how-many-ducks-are-there/">Ed Pinsent, The Sound Projector</a></span> </div></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><blockquote><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>…Crumpsall Riddle are a duo formed by Ball and Jude Cowan Montague, who improvised the songs on </i>Looking After The Duck <i>in three live sessions during August and September of 2019. The results are beautifully strange; there's an end of the night feel here, as shattered and deathly as Richard & Linda Thompson at their bleakest or Alex Chilton at his most blearily broken, but the recording is crystal clear, almost unforgivingly so. The melodies and words here could almost be folk, but this is folk taken to<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>non-convivial extremes, the lo-fi instrumentation and droning keyboards like Suicide with all the aggravation sucked out, replaced by a despairing English resignation, gently dazed humour and an abstract sense of demise and decay. The highlights are where Montague dominates the vocals - this seems to give Ball space to explore more musical textures, and Montague has a voice that's disarmingly direct, real and intensely moving. </i>Looking After The Duck<i> is perhaps the most engaging of these releases, but all four contain delights.</i> </span></div></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">- Neil Kulkarni, The Wire, September 2020 </span><blockquote><blockquote><span face="" style="font-family: helvetica;"><p></p></span></blockquote></blockquote>
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-41244333372452035042020-04-06T11:11:00.003+01:002023-11-18T04:09:17.836+00:00Storm Bugs - Table Matters (1980)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The film, shot on location in Chatham, Kent, in early 1980, echoes the themes of grimy mundane consumerism explored on the EP through songs such as <i>Eat Good Beans</i>, <i>Window Shopping</i>, and <i>Make Customers Matter</i>.</span></span></div>
Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-27695237427539026962020-03-09T14:50:00.000+00:002020-03-09T15:02:17.303+00:00...and on the heath<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1Zk_vkEYNvQ" width="400"></iframe></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s bound to fail </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">this impossible landscape</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s over there</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">we can’t observe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the boundless heath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all we do is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">point to things </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">for all we see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the camera phone</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I’m trying hard to</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in the morning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the best music</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">we play it all for you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">again the same car </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">driving more slowly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and other traffic</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">stationary cars </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">low edge of cloud</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">shallow depth of field</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">metallic sky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">green underneath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and seen between</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">oblique squinting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ochre sunlight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dull glow diffuse </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the afternoon </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">up on the heath </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">early winter </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">crisp and chill </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">mounds in circles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">bus rattles past</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sirens and geese</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">crows and police </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">mind how you go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">raven or crow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">light on a branch</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">rain falls in grey</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">far away</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">back on the heath </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I try to write </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the sense of site</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">invoke the place</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the here and now and</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s bound to fail </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">this impossible landscape</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s over there</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">always the past</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">out of place</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and out of time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">we can’t observe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the boundless heath</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all we do is</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">point to things </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">for all we see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the camera phone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">might as well be</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">video captured on East Alligator River (Erre), Kakadu National Park, Northern Territory, Australia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in the breath of the heat on the wind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">past the smoke of the fire</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">scrubby grass and the river is dry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">butterflies, blackened tree</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">plateau, savannah, falls, and floodplain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">pandanus spiralis</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">stones underfoot, the walk to the ridge</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and there Myormu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">waiting for me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sickness country</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and in rock escarpment</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in the deep past</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Miyamiya </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and the camera phone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">brow trickles waterfall sweat to the ground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">from the mountain below</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Google Earth, or a video drone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">as the ground is above</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">captures fatal painting photograph</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the rainbow came through</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tail lights and explosions below</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and this sickness country</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">all that you can see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is what you’re told </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">you can see [to see]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">peripheral night </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">soon after twilight </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">flashes of light</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">when the sickness takes hold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">nausea, vomiting, appetite loss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">dehydration, confusion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cells degraded by autophagy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">bone marrow syndrome</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">cutaneous blisters ulcers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">sweat glands atrophy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">DNA clustered damage takes hold</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">somewhere…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">[...over the rainbow]</span></div>
Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-50206049927629205022019-10-04T15:59:00.001+01:002019-10-04T16:21:02.957+01:00Abstract Vectoral Landscapes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Deep dreaming landscapes abstracted through song vectors. Animal, vegetable, and mineral. Above, on, and below the ground. In the past, present, and future. All at once in and out of place.</i><span id="goog_141274233"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When Andy Wood from </span><a href="https://tqzine.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank"><b>TQ zine</b></a> <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">tweeted a call asking whether anyone would be interested in releasing a CD/download on <a href="https://tqzine.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank"><b>TQN-aut</b></a>, I responded almost immediately. I had been an avid reader of the zine</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> from the first issue, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and had recorded a track for the <b><a href="https://tqzine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tone Quanta</a></b> compilation album, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">so the idea was instantly appealing. At that time I was about to continue work on the larger project of which </span><a href="https://linearobsessional.bandcamp.com/album/bastard-island" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank"><b>Bastard Island</b></a><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> is the first manifestation, but this would entail embarking on a fairly lengthy reading, writing, recording process. As I knew that this was going to take a long time to come to any kind of fruition, I decided to postpone and work on something that could be quickly realised for TQN-aut and began to try out a few ideas. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I started by constructing fairly rhythmic sequences in Ableton Live, with which I would then improvise along to with guitar and voice, record live to hard drive, build further layers of voice, guitar and drone tracks, until things started to take some kind of shape. Many of these tracks wouldn’t make it to the final mix, which means that there are orphaned vocal melodies, improvised lyrics, and guitar lines buried somewhere on the hard drive, and while they have been rejected, they still played a crucial role in forming the shape of the songs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When it came to the point of working on lyrics, I returned to some notes I’d been making around imaginative figurations of landscape, following a trip that I had made to Australia earlier in the year. These responded to time spent in Kakadu National Park in the Northern Territory, and my encounters with what is, in spite of the injustices of colonialism that both haunt the place historically and continue to be enacted, a profoundly present indigenous culture. More than many other places in Australia this place is managed partly in accordance with the traditional owners’ practices, and the presence of Aboriginal culture, both in contemporary forms and dating back hundreds of thousands of years, the latter particularly in the form of rock art, is everywhere evident; here the local Aboriginal communities maintain a strong connection to their country. So I was interested to try to evoke and meditate around some of the philosophical principles of that, influenced by and working through conceptual notions of the human as being as much an integral part of the landscape, part of the place, as any other flora or fauna, coming out of it, going back into it, </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in particular with the </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">songs </span><i style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Grounded</i><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> and </span><i style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abstracted Vectoral Landscape</i><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. This was also worked through in the cover image, which came out of experimenting with applying ‘deep dream’ image processing to photographs taken in Kakadu, which seemed to me to suggest that every form in the landscape becomes mutable, animal forms emerge from flora, vegetation acquires animal or mineral properties, and so on. It is as though the entire landscape is under the influence of a powerful hallucinogenic which utterly reconfigures it as an assemblage, not simply as an image of a place, but also in how every part of that place might see every part of itself, become a vector for itself. Perhaps as a result the song recordings start to get a little psychedelic, maybe also reflecting the spatio-temporal dislocation of jet lag.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Sickness Country</i> takes a more measured minimal musical approach, consisting entirely of guitar loops and voice. The title is the term used by the indigenous locals for the land that was mined for uranium, it is not only the effect of uranium poisoning on the human population that is described, it is also that the very country itself suffers illness. A great injustice is being done to country that is mined for such a toxic substance for profit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The album starts on a long-haul airplane flight as <i>Suspension</i> speculates about where one might be in temporal and spatial relationship with the ground, while <i>Polylingual</i> is something of an Arthur Russell inspired jam with layered voices formed from pre-lingual utterances.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The album was made over two months, June and July 2019, from the first recording to the final mastering.</span><br />
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Steven Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470957702511115115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38653043.post-75825813863675448102019-10-03T01:39:00.000+01:002019-10-05T01:45:09.237+01:00Sickness Country<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Recorded at Strange Umbrellas, Café Oto, 18 August 2019.
A live version of a song from the album 'Abstract Vectoral Landscapes', forthcoming on TQN-aut.</span></div>
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