CDs protected in Japanese style anti-static sleeve
Comes in 13×15 cm kraft sleeve with buckle
1 Photograph card
2 Poetry cards
Mastered by Atay Ilgun
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This album was recorded on April 15, 2013, in the small community of Clover. We own ten acres of property on the edge of town, a tumble-down house and decaying outbuildings thrust in deep woods where we visit once or twice a year. Clover was at one time a thriving small city, but has lost its incorporated status in recent years and is now virtually abandoned, a landscape of gently rolling hills and thick forest in southern-central Virginia. No businesses are currently open downtown.
Without the benefit of electricity, we recorded in the empty remains of the house (now just a skeletal structure of bare rooms, sans most walls) using chiefly acoustic instruments played directly into cassette machines and portable digital recorders. Instruments used for these works include acoustic guitar, banjo, thumb piano, various hand percussion items, and a cheap battery-powered synthesizer. All recording was improvised over a single evening, no rehearsal, in single takes.
On this journey we also brought along a small shortwave radio for catching passing frequencies of interest, and our usual collection of junk-store found-sound tapes, most of them from the Edgar Cayce Past Lives Research Institute in Virginia Beach. Omnipresent are the background sounds of our crackling campfire, footsteps around the property, and piping birdsong. No ambient noise was edited out of the final mixes. Included are the rattling of branches, the brushing of leaves, the manipulation of wood and metal objects found within the old structure, and the fogging of cold late night breath on the recorder. Listen closely and you’ll even hear the far-off industrial rumble of the coal-fired power plant adjoining the property and freight trains thundering through some far-off, unseen hamlet. Our careful, rickety lo-fi production under pressure wakened to life as a gathering of organic forces, something reaching far back into a murky past and howling. The woods came alive.
These five pieces (four extended and broken up into individual movements, with one brief interlude dividing each pair) came about in the midst of a painful physical ailment and a mental health crisis, and as such are fraught with a tension and a cavernous half-light. We secluded ourselves to evoke something elemental and primal from the raw, teeming woods around our isolated firelight, our own holy ring of chalk protecting us from the spirits beyond the door. This is a document of that process, these ghosts forever trapped on static-ravaged tape, wailing for release.
”In Clover, VA
The winter hour at last lifts its cold veil, and we can once more roam the landscape at will.
Let us fade into your sawtooth’d black treeline, your well-hidden road spread bare ‘neath blue twilight, littered with the icy nymphs of stars pressed against their unknowable curtain. This land of yours is weathered gray boards tilted against the wilderness, and an unstable floor washed with the husks of leaves, where we laid an ax down in torchglow for its image.
We’ll collect these imprints like pressed anecdotes of space, and pile driest branches to paint the woods a fervent glow. Our languishing flames lick smoke and sparks into the aether while we curl still frozen in sleeping bags, murmuring.
The old house stands bathed in its unknowable aftergloom, in the shadowed reaching of its wool-gathered yesterdays, as far-off trains wail their rusted lungs into the hollows of the forgotten secret town.”
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