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Spare parts and raw materials

I’m writing a book.

But that’s not the subject of this post, it’s just the backdrop.

The subject of this post is raw materials.

So hear this: I wanted one of my characters to be a musician, a mixed-media artist with a musical focus. But, as previous album and concert reviews on this blog will indicate, I am a neanderthal when it comes to things artistic.

Yesterday I spent some time at the Toronto Reference Library reading the compilation book “Arcana”, a John Zorn project. In it, I found an essay written by someone who exactly fits the mold of the character I wanted in my book.

How did this essay end up in my bucket of spare parts?

I can tell you how it happened. In 1985, I occasionally visited my youngest uncle. He had a Texas Instruments computer that ran on audio tapes. This introduced me to video games. Specifically, though, it introduced me to computer games. Atari and Nintendo were cute, but I still wanted a keyboard in front of me.

I suspect that this is the reason I became a computer scientist. But that’s a different story.

Back to me liking computer games. Computer games are sometimes hard. They are so hard, in fact, that there are communities of people out there who write up guides on how to beat them. In 2001, I was tinkering on GameFaqs.com, the largest such community, presumably looking up FAQs on how to beat one of these hard games. I was also a fan of heavy metal music, and I noticed that there was a heavy metal message board on the site.

I clicked around and discovered that quite a few people were raving about a small “astral metal” band called “maudlin of the Well”. Someone posted lyrics from one of the songs, and I almost gagged at their cheesy-gothicness.

Back then, I was in the habit of actively seeking out things to deride. So, I went to their label’s website. (At the time, this was the label “Dark Symphonies”.)

Lo and behold, they were selling all of motWs discography at a massive discount. (I noticed this with little surprise.) I bought their entire discography of 3 albums for something like $10, shipping included.

It arrived at Christmas of that year. I listened to it obsessively for the following three years. It was really captivating, and I quickly forgot my initial impression of the band. I was a convert.

maudlin of the Well eventually became the band “Kayo Dot”. The lead influencer of Kayo Dot, Toby Driver, also eventually signed with Tzadik Records, John Zorn’s label.

Some years later, (in 2009 or so, I think) Toby Driver wrote an essay for a John Zorn compilation book called “Arcana IV: Musicians on Music”, or something like this. I knew this because I was on his mailing list. I was curious, because I’d read a few interviews by Toby, and I was always inspired by his words.

Since the book was labeled “Arcana IV”, I inferred that there should also be an “Arcana I”, an “Arcana II”, and an “Arcana III”. (Possibly even an “Arcana V”.) I looked them up, and they were available on Amazon for prices that more or less overcame my curiosity about them. So, I never got around to buying any of them.

Fast-forward to this month, where I found myself reading bad interviews of art school grads and dancers, and thinking to myself, “What would be the next best source of inspiration for this character?” I suddenly remembered the Arcana book I’d wanted to read, and so looked it up on the Toronto Public Library website. The very next day I was pulling it off of the Performing Arts shelves in the reference library, and discovered exactly what I was looking for.

I’m not sure what provoked me to share this story, other than that it was sort of brewing in the back of my brain while cycling around the city. Hopefully someone out there finds something to take from it — perhaps in 20 years or so, some trace of it will even appear in a bad novel somewhere.

On posting once a month…

I’m pretty terrible at it.

Biological machine gun

In the alley, the dragon in hand, he approached the blackened nest. It had broken open. Singed wasps wrenched and flipped on the asphalt.

He saw the thing the shell of gray paper had concealed. Horror. The spiral birth factory, stepped terraces of the hatching cells, blind jaws of the unborn moving ceaselessly, the staged progress from egg to larva, near-wasp, wasp. In his mind’s eye, a kind of time-lapse photography took place, revealing the thing as the biological equivalent of a machine gun, hideous in its perfection. Alien.

From “Neuromancer” by William Gibson

Thad! (What?) Thad! (What?) Thad! (What?)

It’s time to let it go.

(BLACK MADONNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Kayo Dot – Stained Glass review

I’m sitting in the dark here as the last notes of Stained Glass have just faded.

I’ve had the CD for a week now, and I’ve been listening to the 20-minute piece a couple of times a day. I just now decided to shut everything off and _really_ listen to it.

Kayo Dot really has 2 categories of music for me: Blue Lambancy Downward, and everything else. I liked Blue Lambancy Downward, but I _really_ like everything else. I’d say this fits into the latter category.

The first few moments of Stained Glass have this feeling of teenage awkwardness. The lyrics don’t seem to fit the tone, and it sounds like Toby is channeling Death Cab. After this initial (and likely intentional) weird tentative period, the track hits its stride really hard.

Up until the ten minute mark, there are a bunch of different movements and buildups, and then the last half feels thematically similar and sort of drifts off into an airy conclusion.

Stained Glass sounds to me like Hell and Heaven decided to meet up for an evening stroll. Heaven is represented by the stunning variety of chime-y and bell-y sounds that form a rhythmic theme, while Hell is the spooky, raspy square wave sound of the synth. I swear there were parts in the last half that sounded like the synth was playing chunks of the Space Quest IV MIDI soundtrack. It weirded me out hardcore.

I think my favorite part of all of this is how the chimes and bells contribute a feeling of fragility and delicateness that one would associate with a stained glass window. But maybe I’m just projecting what is written on the album sleeve.

As for the lyrical content, well, I’d really like to know where Jason Byron comes up with this stuff. I’ll spend entire verses wrinkling my nose at how goofy it sounds, but the overall effect is really creepy, and every once in a while I stumble across a passage that hits me in the gut. In Stained Glass, I was particularly tweaked by the last couple of sentences:

Remember all ye that though the body falls among the years, it is as a discarded walking staff on the hedgerow beside the Path.

Anyhow, the high-level summary is that Stained Glass is a really interesting overlay of spooky and pretty, and you should try sitting in the dark and listening to it sometime.

It doesn’t look like there’s a digital download version of the album for sale yet, but you can buy the CD from kayodot.net or pre-order it from the Hydra Head store.