hiphop // jazz // noise // spokenword // minimalisttechno
On transmission of sound, transgression of sound, digression of sound. On recorded history. On our skins, to the bone. On memory and time, yearning. Infinite in all directions. On journeys' journals, On people’s maps. On migration, culture's cardio circulation, destination, destitution. On people’s story. Different sides of the story. Different parts of town. On breath, choirs, basslines, hammers, machines, heartbeats, breakbeats. On bouncing and breaking. Through. On energy, anger is an energy. On the axe in the frozen lake of your soul. On dedication to chaos. On assertion through negation. On noise, dissonance, challenge, inventiveness, electricity. On witness, protest, resistance, alienation, dissent. The minority of one. Do it yourself. On darkness as the unknown. On the unconscious as a treasure trove. On the space, the ambient of opposites, descending, transcending, diminuendo in blue. On playing in face of defeat.
10:00 - 12:00
08/08/2020 // Back On The Road
"On the interstate of life you rarely reach your destination. In rest stop after rest stop, you look for signs of God or happiness or just reason enough to get back on the road. But is it not right and fitting that you lose your way? Isn't such failure itself evidence of the sublime? Granted, the bleary-eyed, caffeine-dazed monotony of the interstate of life may often feel like an endless bad dream. But the roadside wreckage that marks your journey - the discarted quarts of oil, the busted hubcaps, the insect bodies splattered on your windshield, the coffee lids scattered at your feet - aren't these signs that, in a certain way, you have already arrived?
It's not whether I arrive, it's how I lose my way."