THE BRIDE OF QUEITNESS, NOISE & WHATEVER MERRIES THEM

Bride of Queitness/ Organ Airs, on the Electone Organ

 https://jeffgburekprojects.bandcamp.com/album/bride-of-queitness-organ-airs-on-electone?fbclid=IwAR2OKwWwJKp3GJMdT7hEc85TYUJVYXY39I1A0i9t7XsbfzkZwWvda1H_y64

Kottbusserdamm, Berlin, 2019

  Recorded in late August 2018 at the home of Angelika Witkowska in Krakow, using her Yamaha Electone Organ. It was very difficult at first to find a way to play and record without literally bumping into the mic or getting too close. The sound of the fan was terrific and so I decided it deserved to be featured in the prelude and in the coda.This is an album for connoisseurs lo-fi, just like the last one recorded cassette to cassette.The title, Bride of Quietness, comes from the Keats' Ode and refers more to the silence than the music and the haven itself. The photo comes from Berlin, Kottbusser Damm, wedding apparel shop, very esoteric. Thanks to Angelika Angelika E. Witkowska for hosting us yet again on our travels through Eastern Europe. Download is free/pay what you like.

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Yamaha Electone Organ, Krakow, 2019

   from the notebooks of recent moments:

fear itself is that the social structure will be revealed and this has already been transmitted into artificial intelligence as the tendency to back-up and prevent the absolute consequences of deletion of any data. universal background radiation indicates stored dark matters evolves valves (values) that release things considered unconscious and render them as news quite often. freud. the prophets reich and jung and lacan. she sings, she plays theremin, violin too, plays with her eye-brows, an extended technique, we don't know what she wants, she's not there she insists we cannot disagree. everything in us wants to make sure she is there but she isn't & she nevertheless disagrees. we want to ensure ourselves she is not there but she is & nevertheless disagrees.  we learn maps thusly, 

we generate dendrology, the structure of our brains, in our own "hands" -- we open them -- cup them, we cup the hands, two hands join in the womb, feral geometry, the geometries we make them us, gathering formulae for song, sings where you can find the big tree where daddy buried your mom, rose up until she buried him anyway, meanwhile, everything burns, even ash

everything will be in the torus, of chorus

meeting you in everything twilight and dawn