SOUNDTRACK: NOËL, PLESZYŃSKI, MAĆKOWIAK-“Salty Air” (2011).
While looking for videos of Basia Bulat, I stumbled upon a Polish music site. The site featured a review of this album and a free stream of this song.
The album is a collaboration of artists Ann Noël, Grzegorza Pleszyńskiego and Artura Maćkowiaka (Ann Noël, Grzegorz Pleszynski and Artur Maćkowiak). Their website explains the collaboration (in translated English obviously):
It is for the first time that Fluxus artist Ann Noël and a visual artist Grzegorz Pleszynski engage in a music venture. For Maćkowiak, a musician from Potty Umbrella and Something Like Elvis, this project has become an unprecedented way to go beyond rock band routines known for years.
Potty Umbrella? Love it.
Anyhow, this is experimental improv music of the most fascinating kind. Especially since, “Ann and Grzegorz have never played music or any instrument.” The site allows you to listen to all of the tracks. “In Emmet’s Bag” is a spoken word piece in the spirit of Laurie Anderson (the spoken part is in English). And “Hey Man!” is a pretty conventional guitar with spoken word piece.
But it’s this track, “Salty Air” that I keep coming back to. It opens with some guitar waves. Then a simple repeated riff entrs the mix. And after a minute or so, distorted, echoed vocals speak underneath the music. I think it’s in English but that’s irrelevant because the repeating and echoing makes it almost incomprehensible.
It doesn’t evoke a mood so much as a kind of helplessness. But it’s a beautiful helplessness. Especially when the second voice comes in, sounding almost inhuman as it moans over the top of everything else. It’s quite a track.
You can hear this song (and others, and download the CD for $.50) at their site.
[READ: July 10, 2011] “The Swan”
“The Swan” was a wonderfully dark and confusing story. I loved everything about it. It opens with the very simple scene of David coming home from work and knowing something was wrong. His wife Suzie is acting very strange, and where the hell is the car? Suzie tells him that she was hit by a car and that her car was totalled. Why didn’t she call him at work? She didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
He doesn’t know what to think so he turns his anger towards his seventeen year old son (from his first marriage). Jamie is upstairs in his room, smoking pot and more or less ignoring everything around him (a trait he has perfected). When David finally breaks through to Jamie, he learns the truth–Suzie was hit by a swan.
The story unfolds a little more: Suzie imagined that the swan was David’s first wife, coming to give her a message. David is more freaked out by this than Suzie seems to be. He can’t understand why suddenly all these years later, she is so upset about his first wife (who died, before David met Suzie, by the way). Suzie wants to know why David never talked about her (she didn’t want to know back then). And then finally she winds up spending most of her time with a sketchy woman across town.
David is understandably freaked–Suzie spends most of her days and some nights with this woman. So he finally goes to her house–it looks like a hippie drug dealer’s shack (which is pretty much what it is) to confront them. But he learns more than he wanted to when he goes there.
The end of the story is surprising for its suddenness. And it’s an ending that pretty much dares you to take it at face value. I really enjoyed this story quite a lot.
For ease of searching I include: Noel, Pleszynskiego, Mackowiaka

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Her mother, Oliva, took this as a sign from Heaven that the child was to be named Rose.
Whenever you leave her remember to tell her how much
you enjoyed just talking with her, don’t forget to compliment her looks after you’ve left her.
I refuse to lie to you by saying that he has babes for every day of the week, to me, that’s
impossible.