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friday
morning everywhere
phil
hargreaves and glenn weyant
whi006
I've
communicated with Glenn on an internetty basis for some years via the
freejazz.org website, and he was the moving force for 'Blind Chaos Free
Dada' (whi 005), so a more elaborate exploration of our various sound
worlds seemed like a natural and comfortable development. In case
you're curious, the MO for this was that we each sent the other some
solo/seed recordings including environmental recordings of our two
locations. We then played along with them, manipulated them and
generally do the things that people of our ilk are prone to do, and
then posted them around and back till we felt we'd finished. In this
event, i got to do the finishing off; the voices went on near the end
of each track, and it was my decision to go for shorter pieces. Many of
the things that we'd ended up with were 20-30 minute-long pieces that
evolved gradually over time. I've got no problem with that, it just
wasn't where my head was in that timeframe, and as i was being allowed
to play dictator, that's what i dictated. For myself, i feel it makes a
more listenable CD: live i might make different decisions, and in fact
next year i might, as well - that's the nature of the project. Even
though it was recorded, we're improvisers, and as such i (and i think
we, as well) tried to keep to the spirit of improvisation, by
respecting earlier decisions, and not over-interfering with the flow,
letting the sound dictate the direction. Hopefully, as a result, it's a
record of the time it was created in, and the people who lived in those
times.
We've
taken the decision not to charge for this recording, so it's available
as a free download in MP3 format, or lossless FLAC. If you'd
rather have the
full, high fidelity CD, i'll burn you one (with hand-made sleeve) and
mail it to
you at cost.
email fme@whi-music.co.uk for details.
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phil
hargreaves: voice, flute, cello, programming,
found sounds glenn
weyant: kestrel 920, prepared guitar, piano, found sounds recorded
in Liverpool, UK and Tucson, Arizona, 2005-7 all
tracks by hargreaves/weyant |
| 1.
do not sing |
MP3
(5.2Mb) |
FLAC
(30.4Mb) |
| 2.
a door is open |
MP3 (5.3Mb) | FLAC (33.5Mb) |
| 3.
force of circumstance |
MP3 (3.4Mb) | FLAC (14.9Mb) |
| 4.
dudu |
MP3 (5.3Mb) | FLAC (28.3Mb) |
| 5.
sorry |
MP3 (4.0Mb) | FLAC (22.4Mb) |
| 6.
to the singer |
MP3 (6.5Mb) | FLAC (36.0Mb) |
| 7.
the lost city |
MP3 (10.1Mb) | FLAC (35.8Mb) |
| 8.
he did |
MP3 (4.2Mb) | FLAC (22.9Mb) |
| 9.
neighbourhood |
MP3 (2.2Mb) | FLAC (12.5Mb) |
| 10.
summer again |
MP3 (4.6Mb) | FLAC (24.2Mb) |
| 11.
oilal |
MP3 (4.3Mb) | FLAC (22.0Mb) |
| 12.
questions for the war |
MP3 (6.5Mb) | FLAC (32.1Mb) |
| 13.
i will move |
MP3 (2.1Mb) | FLAC (6.8Mb) |
this is a PDF file (1Mb) that you can use to make the parts for a jewel case, booklet and tray insert, including lyrics.
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Lyrics
Do Not Sing Do not sing Do not sing to me Yes, my window is open But it is to admit the cool night air Not your lying songs of love. Your voice is firm and not unattractive Your horse is strong between your legs But my father sleeps with a gun at his side. Would you sing in daylight, without your dishonest friend, the moon? Would you face my father's gun, should he awake? I thought not. So, if I listen at my window, It is for the gentle breeze, and for the song alone. A Door is Open A door is open A door that should have been closed Yesterday, in daylight, you were safe Today there is an open door. To the superficial eye, nothing has changed Objects hold their positions And the door - the door can be closed again. But in reality, the night has flowed in and around them And nothing can ever be quite the same again. Sorry I am sitting on the bus and listening to her apologise. I do not know who she is, but she is sorry. Sorry, she says. Sorry. Sorry. To the Singer And is that all you can do? Sing? The world has more pressing needs, And more than enough songs already. Do your songs feed the hungry? Is injustice corrected thereby? In an economy of dreams, you mistake songs for a viable currency. If we could eat songs, you would be forgiven. As it is, you might just as well leave the air undisturbed. ---------------------- Sometimes, yes, all I can do is sing. Only the dead leave the air undisturbed. A world without songs would collapse, rotten, into itself. In the face of corruption, of crime described as virtue As the loathsome ascend the throne At least I have my song To proclaim that hope survives. Summer Again Are you sad? Sad at the ending of Summer? If you are still, if you sit here long enough, It will be Summer again. Grass will cover your feet Bindweed will enfold your body You can watch the snow melt and the bulbs flower. And yes, at last, the sun will shine. On brown, bare legs as they enjoy Summer For the first time. Fresh-minted for them. Questions for the War - When did the War start? Do you need to ask? You have always know us? That should tell you what you need to know. -What is the currency of War? We will use whatever is there. It was inevitable that one day we would use geometry. - Are there casualties? Of course there are casualties. The War will discard those it cannot use. -What of Peace? The enemy is implacable and ubiquitous. Understand this earlier, and your life will improve. - Who are the enemy? This you do not need to know. Merely ensure that you do not become one of them. - What can I do? You can no longer go to war. If the War does not need you, be grateful that it is there. When the War has need of you, you will be told. I Will Move We are lying in a graveyard Caressed by the sun, the quick among the dead. The whole world becomes still And turns until we are at its centre. Soon I will move, and spoil the moment. |