SOUNDTRACK: KAWABATA MAKOTO [河端一]–Undead Underdrive Electrique (2019).
Recently, Kawabata Makoto [河端一], mastermind behind Acid Mothers Temple, revealed a new bandcamp site for some newer solo recordings.
These are mostly abstract and meandering. On this release he uses synthesizer and electric guitar (and I hear a theremin).
Both of these tracks are similar although there is a clear distinction of style.
Part 1 is 22:52. It is primarily the theremin sounds and sounds a lot like the middle siren-sounding section of Pink Floyd’s “Echoes,” but for twenty minutes.
Part 2 is 23 minutes. It stars with a throbbing helicopter sounding pulse. There’s lots of static and squelchy sounds. Around 8 minutes in, it sounds vaguely outer-space like. At 14 minutes it turns mechanical and like its breaking up and then the high siren returns.
[READ: June 9, 2020] “Praying”
This issue of the New Yorker has four one page essays called “Close Encounters.” Since I like all of the authors, I was looking forward to reading them all.
Miranda July writes unusual pieces. They don’t always make sense to me, but they’;re usually fun to read. I often feel like Miranda is on a whole different wavelength than I am.
So, as this essay starts she talks bout going to the library and using her own method for finding a book.
She overhears a conversation and picks out a prominent word. She searched for that word in the catalog and then pick the first author who shared a first or last name with someone she knew. She would either take out that book or open it and pick out a word at random and resume the search until something grabbed her.
Weird.
In the first instance of library usage, a security guard approached her, but “one couldn’t steal from the library, so i was almost certain I was innocent.” He wanted to tell her that he had noticed that she was being followed by a man with a blue backpack. She thought to herself, why was it necessarily a bad thing that someone was following her. She thought, “I am a person who hoped to have many followers.”
A week later at the same library, as she was walking in, a man passed out and more or less fell onto her. He was having a heart attack and she was bale to slowly lower him to the ground while his friend called for help.
A security guard (not the same one) called 911 and they waited.
The friend was freaking out asking what they could do. She knew he just meant that he had to do something. So she encouraged him to pray. She admits “I’d only ever seen praying in movies, but it’s basically begging right? That’s what I did.”
The EMTs arrived and took the men away and she marveled that there were people entering the library who had no idea what they’d just missed.
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