I fell asleep listening to this the other night and it became the soundtrack to a series of dreams I had. In my current chemical state of being, sleep is a rarity for me, so remembering dreams is even a rarer experience. In this dream I was taken back to the days when I roadied for an elusive dream pop band that never gained proper notoriety till after disbandment.
Those were some low budget days when you had to make the dollar stretch. Most of the tour money given to us by the label was poured into maintaining the enormous amount of musical equipment we decided to take on the road with us. It was a full time job soldering shorted out stomp boxes and tuning specialty instruments where at times we had to manufacture our own parts for because of their rarity. However, the results from our hard work was superbly sounding live shows that sounded even better than what was on the studio record. By the end of the tour the sound was so monumentally flawless we were starting to get industry insiders to show up to our shows to try to figure out what it was that we were doing.
When I hear shit like Interiors it takes me back to those types of moments in my life, even if it is to relive a faded memory through a dream. Yes, this shit here is completely electronic where in those days we rang ambient sounds through an electric guitar and a multitude of effects. The goal will always remain the same. This type of sound just does something to the listener that you can’t experience anywhere else.
Some tribal sounding stuff right here from the outfit German Army. This artist has been my go-to music to mind-vibe to lately. When I need to develop some head space I just pop their shit on and I can escape to places that are not possible under normal circumstances. What I mean by that is with the aid of chemicals and German Army’s music I find myself experiencing new parallel universes that I did not know existed otherwise. Filing this under “Rabbit Hole”.
Some music is as timeless as it is masterfully executed even beyond the intentions and belief of the artist and its audience. I often look to these field recordings for inspiration. And these ambient mixes are sensational. Chubby Wolf was Danielle Baquet-Long (1982-2009).
Portland is not for everyone. In Marie Dior‘s rare case its worth writing about. Sometimes the infinite couch surfing can take its toll on your psyche. Sometimes you just have to head down south for more sunnier pastures. Going to trade in that soaked black scarf for a pair of flip flops and a vintage t. Going to a place where chill’in actually refers to relaxing and not meaning freezing your tits off. I like this track though, it has a lot of ambient flow. It gives me hope that there is a place that is better than Portland. I highly doubt it though.
Feeling very nostalgic today for some reason. Maybe its the endless rain. Wanted to relive the journey which has been the past few years so I popped this one on. It gets me feeling very sentimental back to the era of bath salts and pissing myself on a regular basis. It’s all there, how you remembered it:
This hauntingly reminds me of the time when I squatted for 3-long weeks in an abandoned elementary school while the harshness of winter set-in. There were no signs of life, my surroundings were poorly lit and the cold forgotten institution that enclosed me seemed from an era far too distant for my comfort levels to properly adjust. Scratched chalkboards, stacks of ant-chairs and the horse-hair tile that became my bed made me feel alienated and lost. Lucky for me though I had the wind off my face and the sweet music to keep me alive.
This ambient production by Virgin Blood showcases superb artistic craft as I find it on repeat trying to comprehend its true meaning, trying to generate a feeling, trying to distill its essence. I am not surprised by this direction. Kind of saw it coming. I somehow anticipated something like this on the horizon.
Ambient music can sometimes lead you down a creek to complete isolation where there is no bridge back. In Virgin Blood’s case though this is clearly an exercise in artistic expansion, an artistic exhibit of sorts — who along the way stopped and captured some field recordings of a swashing nearby stream. Can’t wait to hear Snow on tape. Can’t wait to experience it over and over again in its intended analog filter of white.
This one is not yours to take, but you can stream it. It has that New Order meets the dancefloor vibe to it. Not quite Madchester but a bit more modern dance with some American Idol flair to it. I hate getting way pretentious and analyzing everything until there is no art left in it, but that sometimes happens. Happy Bullshit Valentine’s Day.
I was way into Ruby back in my Trip Hop days. Now that we are in the second wave of Trip-Hop many years later, I hear artists like Kissy Girls that give me little glimpses of my darkened past. Man, those were some gloomy days – but did I ever get by.
Virgin Blood gives us a delicious taste of her new album Snow which drops on Lava Church on Valentine’s Day 2014 with the studio edition of Lydia. If you frequent hell then you may remember that she premiered this gem last summer while playing her art space the Multiplex which also featured the likes of Naadyn and Moon Mirror. This fresh studio edition of Lydia is sprinkled with enough snow flakes and special effects to make it an ambient winter classic. This has given us further indication that Virgin Blood is now equipped with a PhD in Ambient Music.
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