disc two track seven
similarity of blending
Parade is a parade indeed. But a parade
in the softest, most lucid sense,
as if a parade of pigments blurring into each other like a river,
creating constantly changing colours. Or rather, very aesthetically
pleasing chords of the most relaxing sort.
The pigments are samples of low marching band notes, and ricocheting
clapping sounds, passed into other moving samples like relay.
Slowed and stretched and constantly moving, these tones put the
listener into a kind of trance, where musical harmony rules...
and steam is the sweetest expression. At the end there are the
echoes of a past... blurring into the present, in a kind of smoky,
hazy, resolution. An enchanting journey of trails and gray. Where
one enjoys not being able to see the fan's petals. Only hues.
the left channel is on top, the right
is on the bottom
is the loudest, purple is silence. The higher the pigments, the
higher the frequency. I'm unsure whether the line crossing both
channels is a computer error, or a frequency maintained throughout.
Either is possible.
Just as the piece is titled parade,
one can see that the piece resembles a parade as well, when looked
at from this perspective. There are floats of sound crossing the
listener. It begins with two short marching band snare drum rolls
- interspersed with ambient silence. And the parade begins approaching
10 seconds. The green field of grass through out the piece is
composed of low droning notes, like those of a bag pipe, wobbling
in their place in a kind of harmony. The blue shades on the first
float, monument, event, taking place roughly between :10 and :50,
are the same snare drum sounds refracted and mixed into a melange
that beds the lower notes like trees cover a mountain. The mountains
curls down around :50 and the drone notes remain low. Slightly
after this, the first minor event takes place in the right ear.
It is a sample of some sort - could be an airplane, a didgeridoo,
a generator --- it is airy, and it rises then falls... generally
into the next ear. The events that follow seem all to come from
this sound, culminating in its possible revealing at the second
largest, and last event, between 2:35 and 3:05. An airplane passing
by?... the sound is squeezed and stretched, the object indifferent
to the unnoticed body with ears far below that sees this passing
as time itself saying "you matter not. Your memories deceive
you." There is a voice that comes in around 2 minutes and
fades with the piece itself. It is the composer's grandfather
revisiting a place now different than his memory recalls. The
voice can be seen as suspended drops or dashes above the green
field. They are slightly echoed from ear to ear, and slightly
undecipherable. The one thing the listener definitely hears is
"it's hard to tell, where you are." And then the parade
ends as it follows the airplane sound away and diminishes. For
time, there is no space.
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