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Chlebem i Solą

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cover by Zoë Annesley @a.ploy.within

sweet dreams 

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The Fertile Crescent - Into The Fire

United in Flames w/ Malibu & Nevrland 31.05.2018

melt my crown
lost my bound
far from real i ever found [!*”˜]

everything by s͓̽h͓̽a͓̽s͓̽t͓̽ ©

Melt

Taken from Racine's new album 'Boue' (G&P026), out March 24, 2024

Gin&Platonic are pleased to welcome the Montreal based composer, producer and sound designer Julien Racine to their catalogue. Following up the Genot Centre record with Keru Not Ever as Corporation and the stunning solo albums on Danse Noire, we're now blessed to present his newest longplay 'Boue', simply translated from French as 'mud'.
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Offshore it's foul weather.

I climbed down the stone steps of my two-storey tower to reach the shore. Anthracite. The steps are slow and precise; those of a new life apprehending itself in its fresh descent. I used to be a composer: 142 pieces of varying length mourn my career. Mostly for string quartet. I tried orchestrating percussion with tuba. To no avail. No albums, but individual pieces, yes, pieces that bled the contradictions of the world through sketches of bronze angels. I tried to compose it as well as I could: every day I'd add a new note, the next day I'd remove it. In this gap, between adding and removing, lay the beauty of the music. This is how I managed to compose the 142 pieces that today resonate in the belly of every betrayed.

Where was my mother when I was presenting these pieces to the world? In the emotion or indifference of the sound meadows? My mother, who bequeathed me her heart defect as an inheritance, all the better to avoid me? The heart I now have, — transplanted from a pig, whose vena cava is slightly smaller in diameter than the human average — leaving me gasping for breath when I climb the surrounding mountains? She sent me just one letter, too short, in which she told me she had gone to hear one of my pieces, the performance of which lasted 4 hours and 13 minutes, in Budapest: “Dear Pascalin, your piece performed at the Bela Bartok National Concert Hall reminds me of the day you were born, when we parted. This made me cry a little. Iˇm not being facetious, it's the truth. Suddenly your life appeared to me, in the music, as a morsel of forgotten evidence. Kisses. Madeleine.”

The rising air is pure.

As I reached the shore, I gave my hatred of music to the seagulls, which squawked at the shrill of my footsteps shuffling across the polished stones. Their music is close to mine, I thought. A great wind of a new day carried their polyphony to the storms of the open sea. Cantatas, arias and requiems, all at once, in the undulating rage of the horizon. This time I’m in is nasty, isn't it? Living with these seagulls that sing for no one. My pig’s heart is beginning to beat faster. This heart inside me that isn’t mine but makes me live. I take a metal chair that had been lying on the shore since last summer, and I sit on it. Look over there, she says. I pick up an abandoned driftwood branch, washed by the sea’s salt, and wave it in the air, signaling the rain’s slow arrival. A morsel of forgotten evidence, I silently think. Lately, good foul weather to compose anew.

Written & produced by Julien Racine
https://julienracine.com/

Mastering & additional production by Jesse Osborne-Lanthier
https://jesseosbornelanthiernoir.bandcamp.com/

Artwork by Jiri Macku
instagram.com/jiri_macku

Words by Justin Leduc-Frenette (Keru Not Ever)
https://justinleducfrenette.com/

G&P026 🪞

Boue

Bandcamp

Racine - Boue V

Big Smile, Black Mire

bsbm

I probably lack something fundamental that makes you human

I think I know

I tried to see 
If I could mean as much to thee
I stayed in touch
Realised I said too much
If I could make you feel
Just a half of what’s been real
I’d let it flow

I think i know

Entendu dire
Tu as perdu goût à rire
En un soupir
Elle a dégagé son sourire
En mal d’amour c’est fou
On a faim de peu ou pas du tout
Au fond du trou
Je me suis blessé au genou 

(I heard that
You have lost the taste to laugh
In one sigh
She wiped away her smile
In bad lack of love it’s crazy 
You are hungry for not much or not at all
Deep in the hole
I hurt my knee)

I think I know demo

GET IT TOGETHER

Drake - Best I Ever Had (haydn dusty piece offf shiiiitttt remix)

written and produced by @oklou93 ♡ 

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Gwen Stefani - Cool (Photek Remix)

CsTt