This is the second in a series of posts about what I call a "Music Of Poverty".
Another popular netrelease at Treetrunk Records is "South City Spring". This netrelease uses mainly recordings made at my run-down apartment in South Saint Louis, using a cheap microphone and various digital processing techniques.
How often have sounds of blight, decay and real need been recorded so clearly? I was truly obsessed with sound-- gathering it, rendering it, sharing it.
The recordings have an "industrial" tinge to them. This is not the industrial of Wax Trax Records and drum machines-- its the industrial of a setting ensconced in industrial complexes, and filled with decaying or dilapidated equipment and hardware. Songs of rust, leaking water, dusty tile.
Many of the pieces in "South City Spring" were created by simply dumping a folder of field recordings into a fractal mixer. The result is a sort of "apartment soup". As we lie passed out on the warped wooden floor, our coffee machine, toilet and sink seem to veer past us, some urban domestic hallucination.
Other recordings were somewhat clandestine, even immoral-- as I obtained them by perching quietly on my back stairwell and documenting the found voices coming under the doors from adjacent apartments.
Or great interest was my "Quiet Basement", which offered a sort of profane visual and auditory meditation, a miserable, damp levitation of otherwise submerged spirits.
The cover image is, appropriately, a photo I took with a donated digital camera of some local flora in the front of a nearby building.