Inga Burl: contact microphone, electronics, studio recording, voice. Josie Hypatia Grounds: dictaphone, electronics, acoustic instruments, lightswitch, voice. 12/04/15. Live to laptop. Pixels continue to flummox.
Shallow Mathematics Post-physical: SMP/f
Words added up by Josie, translated by Inga: I am not some great writer; perhaps imposing numerical constraint ameliorates compositions? Unnecessarily sesquipedalian, lexicologically incomprehensible: counterproductive misinterpretations. Disadvantageousness; institutionalisation. This is a punk song about ironing; hardcore techno stain removal advice; heavy metal on the subject of laundry; gangsters rapping about darning tights. Immagina che per il tuo compleanno ti vanga chiesto di scegliere tra due regali. Uno è il regalo che vuoi davvero ma non veramente funzionale. L' altro va bene ma non lo metteresti mai sulla tua lista. Cosa fai? Cosa fai? Imagine, on your birthday, you're asked to choose between two presents. One's the gift you really wanted; the only problem is it isn't fully functional. The other's working fine, but you'd never have put it on your wish list. What do you do? What do you do? Here is an ocean, only horizon. Watch as the raft floats without direction, built from the wreckage, crudely constructed, knots getting looser. Disintegration, stuck in the doldrums. Fingertips blistered, stretching for driftwood, flotsam and jetsam. Eyesight is failing; sensory shutdown. So dehydrated, totally hopeless. There is a lifeboat! Reach for the flare gun! That distress signal, badly directed, punctures the boat's hull; look at it sinking, slowly but surely, under the surface. Here is an ocean, only horizon. Watch as the raft floats without direction.
Henry captured our Brundlefly, and Rosena was the warmth-provider from Porlock. Sun foiled, sound files undo life; one's fluid, sinful ode.