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Not From Around Now
(Poetry for a Small Choir)
A.
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pink strip for
hope
deep sleep sentence
blue slip for danger
long deep silence
i come in and hand out
all my yellow strips
all my burgundy slips
deep space science
long sleep conscious
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As a more-or-less-percussionist, I
have developed a phobia for simple rhythms. That is to say, I enjoy
listening to many 4-beat compositions, but I generally find these types of
time signatures rather uninteresting to work with. So, I imagine the
listeners so inclined may have a good time counting beats on certain
tracks. Tonally, I have avoided the use of such things as predefined
cords, which are traditionally assigned one or another type of emotional
impact. When several notes are played simultaneously, I tried to explore
a variety of options, from harmonic to very dissonant. In one or two
tracks I used quarter-tone intervals (common in Persian music), which
allow one to produce nice and fuzzy blends of sounds. Overall, the
approach to building “Can You Stay Forever?” was informed by my desire to
more or less “start from scratch” in music making, combined with a very
natural naiveté about many of the fundamental principals of musical
composition, which I simply have not had a chance to learn. The album is
infused with world musics, and one will definitely hear minimalist trends
in many of the tracks, as well as other trends that I may not even know
about. Because this will probably be the only CD I will ever release
without learning the fundamental aspects of the musical theory first, I
thought I would try to turn this deficiency into a deliberate choice and
take advantage of it. I don't know if I am educated enough to correctly
assess the results, so I will have to leave this up to you.
And so, I now put behind me the 3
½ years of work on this CD (and 7 years of dealing with the various
incarnations of this poetry). Some time from now, this will be the only
landmark by which I will remember these years of my life. But this child
has grown up, and I leave it to define its own future. Maybe we will meet
again, somehow…But in a way, we are inseparable until
the day I die.
A. Molotkov, September 2004
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