microphones in the trees: tired trails
Showing posts with label tired trails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tired trails. Show all posts

Sunday, September 02, 2012

zack kouns


"Zack Kouns is author, graphic artist, adventurer, theosophist and composer from Ohio. Despite the rarity of his public appearances though, he is known to be prolific with his release of recorded music on boutique labels including Chocolate Monk, Bumtapes, Isle of Man and Tired Trails. He is drawing from experimental music, folk and lo-fi jazz, religion, mythology, ancient history, and romantic philosophy."


"human voice, tenor and alto saxophone, clarinet, trumpet, temple blocks, chinese opera gong, tape manipulation, violin, banjo, reel to reel tape recorder, piano, accordion, whirly, piers as empty as arms, congas, synthesizers, tunnels, electronics, roto toms, timbales, duck call, slide whistle, ukelele, zither, theremin, turtle from a junk shop in Missouri, night time, balalaika, native american flute, kalimba, bamboo xylophone, organ, chanter, whispers, silence and space, tremolo harmonica, agogo, elephant bells, drills, translucent recorder, thunder tube, flute, painful passages, drum kit, thin purplish scar, fire bells, hubcaps, bodies of water, cello, sitar, shruti, electronic bagpipes, melodica, bandoneon, harp, silence, chant, dulcimer, omnichord, harmonium, carrying everything with him that he thought had died"


zack kouns es la américa profunda, profundísima... me deja literalmente sin aire, no hay nadie que se parezca ni remotamente a él, es como de otra época, estratosférico, espiritual, poderoso, un vendaval donde la voz y el saxo lo dominan todo, como si en vez de cantar invocase. 'returning home from dark countries' es uno de esos pequeños grandes discos que enamoran sin esfuerzo, basta con leer los títulos y escuchar la primera canción, 'father is dead', para caer rendida. catalogado por el propio zack como 'hermetic hillbilly', hay detalles que le alejan un poco, sólo un poco, del sonido de sus otros discos. intuyo, aunque a lo mejor me equivoco, que fue grabado tras la muerte de su padre. es tan emotivo y profundo y a la vez espontáneo como 'young prayer' de panda bear (siendo zack lo opuesto a la dulzura juvenil del oso panda). de alguna forma también me hace pensar en valerio cosi: ese saxo, sólo ellos dos pueden hacerlo sonar de una forma tan evocadora y fascinante. voces, palmas, órganos 'luctuosos',...en 'father, let me see your hands' canta 'father, i want you to swimming in the sea'...creo que eso es lo que dice y no sé porqué pero me pone la piel de gallina, ...el título en sí no puede ser más bonito y decir tanto. tanto como la voz ululante y celestial  ('father, i understand your fear, i understand your pain') de 'our bodies washed up in storms creek', o el ukelele o balalaika o slide whistle de 'i saw the light from heaven', el espíritu de la montaña y de las raíces en estado puro

fotos: christina dixcy

Friday, March 02, 2012

the end springs


This gorgeous minimal psych folk wonder began in the mighty fine hands of the brilliant improvisational guitar extraordinare The End Springs, who created skeletal tracks and then sent them to some of his best friends/favorite musicians for collaboration; Siddhi, Beggin' Your Pardon Miss Joan, The Child of a Creek & A Man and A Guitar. the result couldn't be more satisfying or soul seducing. There is an obvious unspoken connection between The End Springs and the other artists, as their musical union sounds like they've been playing together for years.


The album is lead with a solo End Springs track, bells ring in the beginning of repetitive slide guitar bits, shakers and a mist of desert drone, all dangling on the edge of familiarity and abandon. Each collaborating artist molds their given tracks in solemn but shining shapes like stars and smiles from the sun, light captured at its most delicate, delicious. Soft layers of voices, hi-hat tumblings and bass enrich the repetitive and ramblin' guitar plucked with that lazy winter impression. Sparse yet engaging, all signs point inward, towards the heart of everything. Another masterpiece from the mellow mind of the End Springs, this album is sure to captivate and entrance all three of your eyes. (don't act like you don't know)." tired trails

foto: martine eshuis & lera denisenko

sabía que iba a ser bonito (colaboran lex panayi, siddhi,...) pero no tanto. es como the hired hand de bruce langhorne, cold dirt diaries, avon y, en 'bleeding tail snake blues', hasta un poquito de inner islands.
'synergy' es un disco-clima atmosférico y rural en el que es difícil destacar 'canciones', pero...'march of the boatman' con the child of a creek tiene algo que no se puede describir, esa slide o dobro o pedal steel que me pone los pelos de punta. tanto como la versión de esa misma canción con siddhi. o los silbidos y la slide  de 'they drove the land home' con a man and a guitar que tanto me recuerdan a 'the straight story' o 'paris texas'. o esta misma canción con los cánticos a flor de piel de the child of a creek. y así todas y cada una, diferentes puntos de vista, todos igual de emocionantes.
doy las gracias de corazón a jess por este regalo literalmente caído del cielo y que llevaba tanto tiempo queriendo escuchar. como le pasó a carol con sibylle baier, ahora mismo soy incapaz de escuchar otra cosa que no sea the end springs :)
(dice el diccionario que una sinergia, del griego συνεργία, «cooperación», es el resultado de la acción conjunta de dos o más causas, pero caracterizado por tener un efecto superior al que resulta de la simple suma de dichas causas)

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

the diamond family archive


"laurence collyer makes music under the name the diamond family archive. everything i've heard from this traveling folksy i've fallen in love with, over & over.

here collyer has created a refreshing & imaginative album, effortlessly utilizing the banjo, piano, drums, sounds of the sea, rain, acoustic and treated guitars, effects, lap steel, box harp, zither, organ, casios, omnichord, harmonium, shruti box, radios, tapes, melodicas, percussion, bells, glockenspiel, electronics, found sounds, field recordings, voice, harmonicas & beyond.

the bulk of these recordings came together in an old sail loft on the day david carradine, the 70's actor, died. 'the death of kung fu' tells it's own dynamic story of a dreamer & his death. like snapshots of a day in the life, this album consists of 15 shorter tracks all displaying their charm within three minutes." tired trails

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

harps of fuchsia kalmia with delphine dora

"Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia is the new weird-folk,avant-folk forest-music project of Salvatore Borrelli ((etre), Wondrous Horse); the music is made in a direct way, without processing or any other disturbance. Here he is joined by Delphine Dora, the brilliant singer and musician, who adds her honey sweet voice and piano to this already captivating set of sounds. "Pantomima Terrestre" or "Pantomime of the earth" could not be a more fitting name, this is the earth's musical, a complete production with characters, story lines and dedications, a perfect collage of traditional folk, field recordings, organic drones and percussion. delphine's airy vocals mingle with the drum beats, space sounds and radio static. birds chirp, dogs bark, cars drive by, and records spin backwards. sluggish dulcimer & guitar plucks crescendo beneath the drone of the harmonium. uniquely improvisational and experimental without loosing its familiarity, there's only one way to discover this world. press play. if your into caethua, vapaa, nnck, donato epiro and any other trippy explorations of italy, finland and forest spirits everywhere, this tape will not disappoint." tired trails
foto: papalinky
dos discos como dos soles que se se unen a la extensa e interesante discografía de salvatore borrelli. además de la presencia de delphine dora (me recuerda sin parecerse al mítico "2" de rawfrucht), valerio cosi añade minutos mágicos a una de las canciones de 'the angular accelleration...' : 'appuntamento ad hora insolita' a partir del segundo :46, y en especial ese saxo estratosférico que tanto me gusta a partir del minuto 4:04.