Hello everyone.
This brief issue contains another “paid subscriber only” recording sample down below. But first, some little updates and pictures:
a couple interview segments
I was interviewed twice recently for radio shows on the subject of Geneviève’s monograph and the tribute album we made about her Ô Paon music.
Here for the “Sagittarian Matters” podcast with Nicole Georges, along with Marianna Ritchey, a great friend:
and here about the compilation with Janice Headley for KEXP along with many more of the cool and great other contributors to the compilation.
other updates
At the elevation where my house is there’s often thick morning fog. How can I be so lucky? Is it weird to feel mentally clarified and sharper the foggier and murkier the weather is? Does this condition have a name?
There are some very vague and early tour/show ideas starting to come together for Mount Eerie in 2023, but mostly the idea is to stay put and make something all new. Drill down deep here.
reading: In The Land of the Cyclops essays by Karl Ove Knausgård
listening: Conspirituality podcast
eating: rice and weird little fish and nuts
I’ve been recording
Not totally sure yet where this is going but I’ve been recording “music” after a pretty big chunk of time off. After finishing tearing through Room To Dream, the David Lynch biography/autobiography I was all fired up to go full ass wild into “the art life” as he keeps saying. Truly, it’s easy to let one’s life choices creep into comfortable and complacent chore-doing and daily peace and to neglect the more subtle need for destabilizing pursuit of mystery and some kind of art project. Especially when you want to do a good job of being a parent and a fellow house inhabitant. I’ve been taking care of the everyday ground level needs and whims but not pushing too hard toward the crazy. Now I’m back in it, spending my free hours in headphones focusing hard on small lengths of magnetic tape and hiss and rumble, for what reason I’m not sure. It feels right. I’ll keep doing it.
That’s probably a good way for an art practice to feel; uncertain and formless, an intuitive pursuit. If I had a rock solid idea of where I was headed, the work that would come out would most likely feel closed and bossy in the long run. I’m hoping to straddle that cusp of knowing how to hang onto a slippery whipping idea and also knowing to let go of where I think it’s supposed to go. Too woo-y? Deal with it.
Here’s an unfinished section of a rough thing I’m working on. Today I’ll take it on a long walk with me and see if it wants words.
I just remembered that in like 1998 my friend, the artist Justyn Pogue, wrote the phrase “like a wind blowing through a bass drum orchard”, and the imagined sound has stuck with me since. Maybe is this that sound?
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