End Times #2 (click to download)

The dark and moody “End Times” is back at you with section II. Christopher’s writing (and reading for that matter) inspired me to try some slightly new recording techniques. I didn’t so much compose music and “paint” music. Each section of this poem required a slightly different sound while at the same time I wanted each piece to sound like one continuous thought if they were ever played back to back to back. Recording detuned electric guitar strings being scraped and scratched with picks, fingernails, and dimes or pounding a distorted keyboard set to sound like insects all under the most over the top reverb are just some of the musical actions I performed on these “End Times.” On #2 I blasted a long distorted low note then went about plucking a completely out of tune electric guitar to produce the almost bell sounds you hear toward the end of the poem.


text version:

end times 2

the sky can be pink

nova

in the morning

before we’re

done

with ourselves

--

the seed of humanity

is

born

from a river

of hiss

and coo

and fishermen

that

cast out lines

of pure gold

into

the stream

--

it can then be said

of the folding

hue

of blue

in the horizon

that a mother’s

eyes

or

a crook of a father’s arm