scientific lab report for untitled music project

"when the moon bellows out loud and you are beneath it, alone with your brain, it is possible to experience every known emotion in the span of only a few minutes. however, you never know which one is coming next." - kyle

8/5/08

PURPOSE

a living, visual, radioactive experience for the ear
that feels unpredictably open-ended- that is, violent and boring and haphazard and imaginative, or grotesque and uncertain and 'dream-like', with extreme amounts of focused clutter, containing moments of cold and warm divinity, stupidity, dirt and distortion, and is as sloppily intricate and stumblesome and infinitely big and small as life is. Its about the way the brain and the guts collaborate and organize their world. a series' of unending questions, a search for personal and emotional 'truth' without knowing what it looks, sounds, smells, tastes, or feels like

The specific sounds will not be characterized by a superficial genre, tradition, shorthand, or specific 'sound' but will instead be guided by an internal, intuitive flow of energy, group discussion, personal gut instinct and quiet deliberation- in collaboration with the tools we have to work with and our abilities to express ourselves with them.

METHODS

The only rule is when you make a rule, you have to break it, and when you find yourself falling into a pattern you have to break that, and when we start to have a 'sound' we have to break that.

Collaging and re-collaging field recordings, samples from everything we can get, repeated group and solo improvisations, repeated group and solo rehearsals, extreme amounts of layering voice and texture- songs built from hundreds of different bits- snippets of stolen moments from all the different times and places of our lives, focused suspension, casual and non-casual song-writing, songs sung in the kitchen while doing dishes, memories, dreams, visions, lots of percussive sounds mixed with beats, changes, rhymes, riffs, ambiances, choruses, noise, noises, sounds, verses, empty buckets of suppressed memories from the backlog of several selves moment continuing…