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{"id":6633296003237,"title":"Geneva Skeen \/\/ Double Bind CD","handle":"geneva-skeen-double-bind-cd","description":"\u003cp\u003eTouchやDragon's Eyeなどから発表しているLAの音響作家Geneva Skeenが2020年末にRoom 40からリリースした新作。物音アンビエントドローン7曲を収録。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/album=488117249\/size=large\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/tracklist=false\/artwork=small\/transparent=true\/\" style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;\" seamless=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGeneva Skeen:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eI wrote this album over the past year––a bleak but transformative period of time. This work became an extraverbal expression of my interior experience. With that in mind, I decided not to write about it myself.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eInstead, I asked my dear friend to reflect on her listening of the record. Poet Aristilde Kirby writes:\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eFlower branches dowsing rod against their doubles in the wind's aimless static.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eSpindled fog verglas plants, caressed by white rays of absolute eyelash.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e[A wisp of fresh respiration] ‘The world has no visible order \u0026amp; all I have is the order of my breath,’ says the fifth track on Double Bind. [A ribbon of a scream] It has the incandescent \u0026amp; incantation-like quality of the title of Fushitshusha’s 2014 album: Nothing Changes No One Can Change Anything I Am Ever Changing You Can Only Change Yourself. [Asemic voices from anywhere] What can you count on these days in 2020, outside of the pacing of your breath as we all struggle to cleave to each passing beat pair \u0026amp; repair? [Spirals of a finger on glass] Between two right hands, neither really\u003cspan class=\"bcTruncateMore\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e righter than the other, we have no choice but to hold on to the you one holds dearest to: the beads of just being.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Sinewaves in phase] When I comb my hair to get ready for the day, I realize that the black static it collects was always meant to fall away. [Synthetic graupel in flames] Here, Skeen specializes in ambient music as the pellucid space of an emotional landscape, limned in Timothy Morton’s ethos of dark ecology \u0026amp; Gloria Anzaldua’s idea of nepantla. It is equally phenomenological, psychological, spiritual \u0026amp; visceral. If you ask me, Geneva is a poet who works in sound sculpture. She cures slabs of lived time as if flesh marble \u0026amp; makes of her subconscious an underworld for the listener to locate themselves in. [Bats that clamor as strata of bleeding leather] The through-lines of her past works are clear as a fault crack \u0026amp; in this instance, glimmer like quartz veins.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Tiny harmonic partials prick like an ice pick] Skeen knows that to protect the lit wick, you have to cup the darkness. [Anvil \u0026amp; shelves of overcast guitar drop into a weak bell pulse] She knows that to get past a hard period, like timing a total eclipse’s black sun, you have to account for every degree, every granular shift, of lost movement. [Dread awaits, step by step on the tepid bathroom tile, displaced] Do not let the coldness of existence’s indifference make you forget that inside you is a vast reserve of heat. [Glacial light glaives that cloud perception] Everyday, we literally squeeze water from a stone to wash our face.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[The crashing falls look like plumes of sand smoke] The sense impression I got listening to that song, which is a cascading ripple of descriptions I got from other moments on this album was:\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The innermost of all voices centers her poise like mist blankets over morning grass. The blood gallops like cut yew flower in traced stampede dialects for thaw-flecked resonance.”\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Avalanche reverberations boil time’s marrow \u0026amp; glow with Aaliyah tape drone]\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChoose yourself. Don’t be scared to live again.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I am dusting a concord grape with my being’s clear lymph before I eat it.\u003c\/span\u003e \"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eArtist : Geneva Skeen\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLabel : Room40\u003c\/p\u003e","published_at":"2021-04-09T11:30:18+09:00","created_at":"2021-04-07T11:27:40+09:00","vendor":"Tobira Records","type":"","tags":["ambient","cd","drone","monooto","new","room40"],"price":168000,"price_min":168000,"price_max":168000,"available":true,"price_varies":false,"compare_at_price":null,"compare_at_price_min":0,"compare_at_price_max":0,"compare_at_price_varies":false,"variants":[{"id":39581775790245,"title":"Default Title","option1":"Default Title","option2":null,"option3":null,"sku":"","requires_shipping":true,"taxable":true,"featured_image":null,"available":true,"name":"Geneva Skeen \/\/ Double Bind CD","public_title":null,"options":["Default Title"],"price":168000,"weight":90,"compare_at_price":null,"inventory_management":"shopify","barcode":"","requires_selling_plan":false,"selling_plan_allocations":[]}],"images":["\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do1_cda0174e-0564-4e09-8921-e9b009545e48.jpg?v=1617762461","\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do2_0701b694-04ae-45f8-9875-ac79a2f8f4c6.jpg?v=1617762461"],"featured_image":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do1_cda0174e-0564-4e09-8921-e9b009545e48.jpg?v=1617762461","options":["Title"],"media":[{"alt":null,"id":21063719551141,"position":1,"preview_image":{"aspect_ratio":1.0,"height":700,"width":700,"src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do1_cda0174e-0564-4e09-8921-e9b009545e48.jpg?v=1617762461"},"aspect_ratio":1.0,"height":700,"media_type":"image","src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do1_cda0174e-0564-4e09-8921-e9b009545e48.jpg?v=1617762461","width":700},{"alt":null,"id":21063719583909,"position":2,"preview_image":{"aspect_ratio":1.412,"height":850,"width":1200,"src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do2_0701b694-04ae-45f8-9875-ac79a2f8f4c6.jpg?v=1617762461"},"aspect_ratio":1.412,"height":850,"media_type":"image","src":"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0305\/1637\/9780\/products\/do2_0701b694-04ae-45f8-9875-ac79a2f8f4c6.jpg?v=1617762461","width":1200}],"requires_selling_plan":false,"selling_plan_groups":[],"content":"\u003cp\u003eTouchやDragon's Eyeなどから発表しているLAの音響作家Geneva Skeenが2020年末にRoom 40からリリースした新作。物音アンビエントドローン7曲を収録。\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/album=488117249\/size=large\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/tracklist=false\/artwork=small\/transparent=true\/\" style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;\" seamless=\"\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGeneva Skeen:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eI wrote this album over the past year––a bleak but transformative period of time. This work became an extraverbal expression of my interior experience. With that in mind, I decided not to write about it myself.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eInstead, I asked my dear friend to reflect on her listening of the record. Poet Aristilde Kirby writes:\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eFlower branches dowsing rod against their doubles in the wind's aimless static.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eSpindled fog verglas plants, caressed by white rays of absolute eyelash.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e[A wisp of fresh respiration] ‘The world has no visible order \u0026amp; all I have is the order of my breath,’ says the fifth track on Double Bind. [A ribbon of a scream] It has the incandescent \u0026amp; incantation-like quality of the title of Fushitshusha’s 2014 album: Nothing Changes No One Can Change Anything I Am Ever Changing You Can Only Change Yourself. [Asemic voices from anywhere] What can you count on these days in 2020, outside of the pacing of your breath as we all struggle to cleave to each passing beat pair \u0026amp; repair? [Spirals of a finger on glass] Between two right hands, neither really\u003cspan class=\"bcTruncateMore\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e righter than the other, we have no choice but to hold on to the you one holds dearest to: the beads of just being.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Sinewaves in phase] When I comb my hair to get ready for the day, I realize that the black static it collects was always meant to fall away. [Synthetic graupel in flames] Here, Skeen specializes in ambient music as the pellucid space of an emotional landscape, limned in Timothy Morton’s ethos of dark ecology \u0026amp; Gloria Anzaldua’s idea of nepantla. It is equally phenomenological, psychological, spiritual \u0026amp; visceral. If you ask me, Geneva is a poet who works in sound sculpture. She cures slabs of lived time as if flesh marble \u0026amp; makes of her subconscious an underworld for the listener to locate themselves in. [Bats that clamor as strata of bleeding leather] The through-lines of her past works are clear as a fault crack \u0026amp; in this instance, glimmer like quartz veins.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Tiny harmonic partials prick like an ice pick] Skeen knows that to protect the lit wick, you have to cup the darkness. [Anvil \u0026amp; shelves of overcast guitar drop into a weak bell pulse] She knows that to get past a hard period, like timing a total eclipse’s black sun, you have to account for every degree, every granular shift, of lost movement. [Dread awaits, step by step on the tepid bathroom tile, displaced] Do not let the coldness of existence’s indifference make you forget that inside you is a vast reserve of heat. [Glacial light glaives that cloud perception] Everyday, we literally squeeze water from a stone to wash our face.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[The crashing falls look like plumes of sand smoke] The sense impression I got listening to that song, which is a cascading ripple of descriptions I got from other moments on this album was:\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The innermost of all voices centers her poise like mist blankets over morning grass. The blood gallops like cut yew flower in traced stampede dialects for thaw-flecked resonance.”\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[Avalanche reverberations boil time’s marrow \u0026amp; glow with Aaliyah tape drone]\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChoose yourself. Don’t be scared to live again.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I am dusting a concord grape with my being’s clear lymph before I eat it.\u003c\/span\u003e \"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eArtist : Geneva Skeen\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLabel : Room40\u003c\/p\u003e"}
