The collection is slowly growing! Much love, MLE
I’ll be honest, strange seas and skeleton families make for odd holiday vacations. There was lots of reading, solitude, and creating. I’m eternally grateful for time set apart like these, it’s a season and a shift in expectations. Below is a new loop, part of an ongoing project of creating sacred sounds to download and play on repeat. Hope you enjoy friends. May we all love well.
“This is life … I’m stopping to listen to the banjo.” Visuals and misspelled words during conversation with the beautiful Dani Scoville.
Last year when Hurricane Irene hit NY I just so happened to be in Harlem visiting friends. So in response, we gathered supplies, cranked up the music, and danced violently along with the storm. When dawn rose and we all still had our fingers and toes this song was written in her memory. Thank you Adam Sjoberg for capturing and posting this live cover of ‘Hurricane Song’ during Fauxchella.
This is a new project over at MeaningLess Emphasis that I’m very excited about. ‘Windows That Only You Can Look Through’ will be a ongoing collection of loops pulled directly from my BOSS RC-2 Loop Station. There is no post-production (besides trimming), just on the spot emotion. The idea is that you can download the song, place in your media player of choice and set on repeat. My hope is that they are meditative, restful, opening, clearing, and inspiring. One of my personal favorite uses is listening to a loop while writing emails. I would love to hear what you like to “loop” to. Walking the dog, drawing spirals, filing medical papers?
OK. Bottom of the bag. Happy Friday internet friends.
On Saturday my Hens (otherwise know as housemates) helped throw together a very last minuet house show. With a blaze of mass text messages we spread the word and cleaned the house (yes, simultaneously). With a warm day of running around, a cold shower, and a big glass of sun tea we proceeded to fill the evening with sweet sounds. I was honored by all those who came. Special thanks to all my Instagram community for documenting this beautiful night. And extra special thanks to Not An Airplane for joining and delivering a beautiful performance (it was the second performance of his day … what a champ!).
Sometimes you just need to start and finish a project in one day. Yesterday was that kind of day. I wrote this song over a year ago, which has special memories with the beautiful Dani who lives in SF, however this song has nothing to do with San Francisco it’s rather an abbreviation for … well, something else. I’ll be curious if you can figure it out. Song recorded on a TACSAM digital 8 track. Video captured with a humble Nikon Coolpix 5600. Lo-fi at it’s finest folks (otherwise a nice way of saying … I recommend viewing the video small).
Music video recorded and produced by MLE for titled track “S.F.”
It seems my new liking to bandcamp is becoming apparent. I’ve created another bandcamp page, this time for my solo recordings, under a new name MeaningLess Emphasis (a nod to my previous name … MLE). I wrote this poem yesterday and thought about posting it last night, however I felt strange, as I usually don’t share my writings on this blog. The idea came to me that I should first share the poem with a friend, before releasing it web wise. So this morning, over Skype with Ashley Millar I read Battles In My Bed. After doing so, Ashley recommended recording a reading and sharing the audio along with the text. Excellent idea Ashley, I’ll do just that.
A camel in heat.
Run into walls, continuously.
I’ll bruise, maybe brick,
someday break. Understand?
My map, finger snap, tight wrap.
Sewing leaves so I stay covered.
Perhacs pledges “please stay creative – it helps all of us”
I’ve got two feet, four would be better
and ferns for fingers.
Why do I often work on the floor?
Enjoy my knees and elbows pressed.
Everyday I’ll wear my Sunday best.
I’m familiar with the floor.
I’m familiar with walking out the door.
I’m familiar with the self-festering shame.
I’m familiar with quitting before the end of the game.
It’s familiar, but not family.
Stop stealing my inheritance.
You’ve taken enough, now go away.
Out of my sight and please out of my mind.
I’ve got dice, I’ve got the horses reins,
I’ve got daily bread, I’ve got books unread.
Who’s the hero when the battles in my bed?
Every limb has fallen asleep,
even my heart, even my head.
Stand up now.
The blood pumps through your veins
and you scream from the pain.
Armor sells for cheap these days.
A popping beat and a pack of lies,
it’s easier to memorizes.
I’m buying back my armor now
and I’m getting off the floor.