This Is Not An Album

by drummis

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released August 28, 2017

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drummis New York

drummIs is an improvisational electronic musician. Everything you hear on this site is played live in one track. His tools are the trapKAT MIDI controller, a TD-5 drum brain, electric bass guitar, the RC-50 Looper, ME-25 effects, guitars, an iPad with too many apps, and a squeaky octopus. Located in upstate New York, he goes by Kurt Reymers, and is otherwise occupied as a professor of sociology. ... more

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Track Name: Source Unknown: Dance of My Father
This is a piece written to accompany a modern dance movement. The prompt was to consider having/not-having, particularly with respect to the "father figure." In doing some research on this idea I discovered the book "Kristeva, Psychoanalysis, and Culture": "For Lacan, the father [played psychosexually by the phallus] represents a void between two irreconcilable truths, that he [Lacan] believes is played out in language production...Speech acts are an attempt at filling in the void between the subject and the phallus [father], an effort at possessing it. On the other hand, these speech acts can never reconcile the dichotomy having/not having, because to speak to oneself is also to speak to not-oneself [a long footnote then explains this sentence]. This very impossibility sets the phallus or dead father at the heart of human signification" (from https://goo.gl/bZ0utz). I believe you could easily substitute "dance" and/or "music" for the speech act, so I struck out to find themes of irreconcilability, dichotomy, self/not-self, and the "dead" father.

The music begins with an ambient soundscape from a Brian Eno app called "Audio Palette". I conceptualize this theme as "father." Entering soon are the voices of the others (iPad/iPhone apps called "Animoog" and "Morphwiz" were used for these sounds), be they wives, children, other relations, or whomever. Conversations ensue. A heartbeat very slowly and subtly develops into the middle of the song as the life forces intertwine, briefly. Another voice appears; it is father again in a different guise. (Actually, it's Slavoj Zizek lecturing about the Lacanian interpretation of Freud's classic dream archetype "Father, can you see I'm burning." Basically, he states that a stimulus that creates a dream, say, the smell of smoke, is less important than what the mind turns the dream into as a result of the external intrusion. Available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAkl4MvXUIc). This voice slowly fades, as does the audio palette, so father is gone. All that is left is the void and two sullen voices whimpering at the end signal a final encroaching silence. Yet the faded memory of father remains.
Track Name: Mirage
The desert sands are hot
Even the burro’s thirsty
I think of what is not
A need that must come firstly

On the horizon a beautiful sight
Palm trees and yuccas too
Water for my tongue to excite

Too bad this mirage is as fake as you

Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
This blasted sand gets in my hair
It makes me hard to think

Moving on I think I see
A flying ship or two
Is this another trick of the light?

Too bad this mirage is as fake as you

Illusions come and illusions go
As we pass through the day
We put on fronts in order to hide
We face the other way

The water runs the water flows
Under consciousness’s view
But now I see it, revealed by the light

Too bad this mirage is as fake as --
Too bad that mirage is as fake as --
Too bad our mirage is as fake as you
Track Name: Grid
Grids goin' down now
Feelin' a brown out
People havin' breakdown
Everybody spellbound

Cops have a crackdown
Don't stick your neck out
Tearin' down uptown
Get out, hit the ground

What it means
to be without
What it means
in an electric drought

Gunfight knockdown
Folks gettin' laid out
Government clamp down
Citizen runaround

Darkness downtown
Window smash takeout
Shopkeeper shakedown
Electronic takedown

What it means
to be without
What it means
in an electric drought

All around showdown
Revolution no doubt
Color shift dark brown
Nervous system breakdown

Grids goin' down now
Feelin' a brown out
People havin' breakdown
Everybody spellbound

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