Attention economies and drone music

February 13, 2010 § 2 Comments

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Conditions to making this music matter: Do not push play before reading. Otherwise, there are several ways of going through this blog post. It matters in which order you read on (and yes, you are excused of scrolling quickly down to see how long the post is, because you already did it, and nothing will stop you from doing it, because it became one of the most heavy reflexes of your internet behavior). Here’s two options:

  • (1) Watch the visual first – then read the blog post. Recommended option, to expose yourself before reading my own reactions; the option for people that have no resistance against experimenting with music coming into matter right, ie. which means not always the matter in which you usually make it.
  • (2) Read the blog post first – then watch the video afterwards. Low attention span option, for people that need justification first; for people that have no idea why it matters to experience music in certain ways (… and probably already feel so annoyed by the lenght of this intro that you are probably not one of them if you are reading this).

You could of course just push play now, and start reading simultaneously (or maybe you already did, and you’re reading this to the sound of the video!). If you do that (or did that) you have unfortunately failed completely, and have no chance of doing it differently this time, since the experience already mattered. Sorry for you.

Okay, now on to the phenomenon all these conditions revolve around. (Did you decide?? Either (1) watch the audio-visual, or (2) read the blog post at the bottom first).

Presenting The Struggle by The Dead Texan. Quite possibly one of the most poetic visualizations of sound I have seen in a very long time. Watch this video in best quality (480p).

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This audio-visual have now mattered to me about 20-30 times or so. Who would have thought that meditative struggles between carnivourus plants and insects could keep you occupied so intensely? We should note how extraordinary this amount of dedication actually is, seeing how we ourselves struggle just by watching a 5-minute long video. Why is this so? Attention of course. And we live in a time of the attention economy: struggling to navigate in the overabundance of the internets; struggling to pick and choose; struggling to not bother; struggling to not engage; struggling to choose efficiently which cultural information we want to be consumed by. All the time.

And just maybe, this conflict is exactly why I fell in love with this audio-visual in particular. It sounds like a paradox, since it is not exactly an attention-seeker. The music is slow, the visuals similarly presents the pictures in an observing and calm manner, with the sounds progressively building, with long drones of bass. The only sentence of the piece takes around 30 seconds to mouth:

“Everytime, we are slow, where are we, going so fast. We could bear to stay awake, because the sun cannot last” (4:15 – 4:44)

All of this indicates that your attention-economizing brain have to face an either-or (quickly switch on to the next youtube-clip, blog-post or whatever, or listen to the complete thing, and this really means the complete thing).

Maybe this is our only antidote in these days of low attention spans? Lengthy exposures. In order to resist becoming yet another quick fix, music might become the complete opposite. If this has any resonance, maybe we will see a new wave of extremely lengthy music forms, revolting and liberating itself from ADHD of the internets. One could speculate if this is already the case with the renaissance of the casette tape? (which, incidentally, previously mentioned Luke Perry records on too). In that case, we could say that The Struggle is definately not going far enough. No, definately not going to far: every time this piece stops at 5:28 I have this frustrating feeling of being heartbroken. Noooooo, don’t go away! More! Arghagrgh, not silence, agrhrghrgh!

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The Dead Texan @ myspace

Snatched the audio-visual from swedish speaking Copyriot, where a discussion on the swedish word for drone came to matter

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Surrender Saturday, PART 6: Delirium

January 17, 2010 § Leave a comment

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The Flaming Lips – Aquarius Sabotage [myspace]

SATURDAY, PART 6: Delirium with a downer.

Speedy psychedelic rock turns into strings in outer space.

Surfacing Saturday, PART 5: Bling Bling

January 16, 2010 § 2 Comments

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Gucci Mane – Excuse Me (Memory Tapes Remix)

SATURDAY, PART 5: Bob to the bling. Bobbing your shoulders to the staccato drum loops, bobbing your neck and head to the bass, bobbing whatever maaaaaaan… It doesn’t matter so much where you are, you can bob at home as much as you can bob at a sweaty club. As long as you bob something.

I have no idea who Gucci Mane is. Actually, I have no interest in the Usheresque club-soul he seems to be doing. But that Memory Tapes / Weird Tapes / Memory Cassette-dude is cherning out some delicious remixes, making this stuff very edible for me. Thank you Memory Tapes / Weird Tapes / Memory Cassette.

Surviving Saturday, PART 4: Desire

January 16, 2010 § 2 Comments

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SATURDAY, PART 4: Sunlights down.

Desire – Don’t Call

This track does many of the things I want from a typical saturday, at this time of the day: a soft milky introduction to a new state of being (the hypnotic drums sound like you they are transporting or moving you to a new place), the darkening and narrowing of our senses, not quite for the dancefloor, but for the kind of subtle dancing you do sitting (bobbing your body gently), and the mysterious atmosphere of the entire track anticipates something to come.

Worth mentioning: Desire have some good associations. They were discovered by Glass Candy. Toured with Chromatics. Signed on superb label Italians Do It Better.

Surviving Saturday, PART 3: Silence

January 16, 2010 § Leave a comment

SATURDAY, PART 3: Silence. Simply don’t play music or make sounds. Only the accidental musique concréte of you and your environment.

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A sensory detox: Getting rid of your sensory and affective toxins, fleeing time-directed apathy and longing, struggling with auditory absence by corporeal abstinence, but preparing your awareness.

Surviving Saturday, PART 2: Indulge in longing

January 16, 2010 § Leave a comment

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Laleh – Lär mig om [myspace]

SATURDAY, PART 2: Indulgence in longing. Repeating the mood and behavior of last part, now in a slighty more intense state of vulnerability. For the scandinavians: the lyrics are quite good in shaping the mood we took up in the last part, although now in a bit wider general sense.

Föddes på gator och torg
Noga med nycklar och jargong
Skogen från något nära håll
har jag väl sett,
nån enstaka gång.

Längtar jag längtar på tå
längtar till allting som är gott
havet den vill jag se nångång
någongång
från nära håll

Ibland så blundar man hårt
kanske man bett om något gott
jag vet då inte hur man ber
men var det en bön så
bad jag för oss

Längtar till allt.

Ta mig från allt hitte-på
längtar till allting som består
från trädena stammar upp till topp
lär mig om
lär mig om…

Ta mig från allt hitte-på
längtar till allting som består
från trädena stammar upp till topp
lär mig om
lär mig om…

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Surviving Saturday, PART 1: Post-happiness apathy

January 16, 2010 § 4 Comments

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So, how the fuck will we survive this saturday, with our likely pathetic hangovers and sleep deprevation. My advice is to read this rapid series of posts as the day goes by. The concept is this: I guide your day in audio, shape your mood, and dictate your behavior through sounds and their mattering. Do you understand the general concept? I hope it will do something interesting to you, and not just fiddle with your iTunes playlist, but in some way transform the actual matter of your day. If it does, I would like to do it again some other day, okay? So have a great saturday you fuckers. Here it begins:

Meursault — Red Candle Bulb [myspace]

SATURDAY, PART 1: Scottish singer-songwriter folk for your post-happiness-apathies.

Hungover. Euggghhing your way out of warm bed sheets, looking out the window with gentle self-pity, feeling a bit melancholy, feeling a bit thankful for feeling in it in an ambivalent way (for feeling it, for feeling it in that way), while reminiscing sweetness of yesterday: post-sweetness-apathy

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