Merrill Garbus of Tune-Yards and Meghan Remy, who performs under the name U.S. Girls, are two of indie’s leftist vanguard. So it’s no surprise that the 4AD labelmates’ conversation takes in a ton of the big sociopolitical quandaries affecting today’s musicians, such as the ethical difficulties of playing festivals (and touring at all) and undoing white privilege.

We also hear about how action movies pale in comparison to Meg’s real life; understanding Trump-supporting family members; whether people should be oil or sand in the machine; why Father John Misty must be "rich as fuuuuck," and much, much more. Buckle up!

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—Elia Einhorn, Talkhouse Podcast host and producer 

This episode was recorded by Christopher Sandes in Toronto, Merrill Garbus in “a coffee shop by my hotel” somewhere in America, and Mark Yoshizumi at Hook and Fade Studios in Brooklyn. It was co-produced by Mark Yoshizumi.

The Talkhouse Podcast’s theme song was composed and performed by The Range.

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Merrill Garbus (Tune-Yards) with Meghan Remy (U.S. Girls)

Dopamean

We're re-airing this talk with the news that Jlin and William Basinski are reconnecting for an upcoming Talkhouse Podcast happening live on Pitchfork Radio at Midwinter.
Jlin and William Basinski are two of today's most fascinating and gifted composers. Basinski works with decaying analogue tape loops to create ambient soundscapes, while Jlin constructs brilliant, stuttering reimaginings of footwork rhythms. The friends and collaborators sat down in the Sonos room at Rough Trade NYC for one of three conversations that Talkhouse curated for Northside Festival. The two get into Basinski's tribute to his hero David Bowie, Jlin's boundary-pushing collaborations with cutting-edge dancers, and how a cat on the loose ended up significantly contributing to Basinski’s artistry.
Check it out, and subscribe now to stay in the loop on future episodes of the Talkhouse Podcast.
—Elia Einhorn, Talkhouse Podcast host and producer

Today's episode was recorded and co-produced by Mark Yoshizumi.
(Image Credit: Jon Simmons)

Revisited: Jlin with William Basinski

opening of the fifth seal

3 / 7
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next one will be out when it's out xoxo

[lyrics]
sul sul nooboos
sahnai walloforg gibse
daba du dag

[let’s go
let’s go to bed
come here]

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we are
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consume
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i had a dream that like i was on this ship
and like i’m gonna drown but like
i went through the water and ended up in a
classroom or something, or it was a concert
i’m not sure. i just sat around for a little bit
and all of a sudden you were there
working on something.

then the
morning wakes up
once more

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hooded parts of a sundrenched whole
betray like a thief then turn back to a foal

i debrief my devoted debris on the latest deal
gold rings + gore, the greatest meal
i have no faith in upright fauna 
gargle ashes, dub their mouths a sauna
evolution or as i call it trauma
sodom + gomorrah 
sequestered my limbs to caves, 
i crave escape from this living grave

i want to transcend this form, the human norm, 
destroy all the nightclubs + college dorms
demand to turn from simian to amphibian
announce the transformation to all my minions 
i want to be more than this, 
crossed off on the new list
anubis down in the pubis
i require true bliss 
only ever fuck with an incubus
who beheads at my behest, who ransacks the rest
who doesn’t even peek before giving me the treasure chest
now i’m imperial, immortal, immune to immolation
my ennui pre-dates my predation
the time has come to meet your maker 
let you labor on a fraction of an acre 
opposite of the quakers
i’m the whole population’s corrupt caretaker 

refuse to be a chewed-gum house, so pliable
natural shape unreliable 
shank bone thru a bible
the bile rises in response but i can’t be held liable 
so i’ll leave the species, the genus, then the phylum 
hybrid, put in a high bid at the asylum 
dark heaving magic, manic, i’ll trample all over the tragic 

it’s like i’m sisyphus but with syphillis
wickedness spawned from a copper chrysalis 
irrigating erogenous zones 
propagating androgynous bones 
don’t underestimate all the flesh hester ate
when it festers, great
dropped out a few semesters too late
i’ll bargain with everything from 2 legs to 8
deflate from the deflection
a whole army’s coordinated defection
there’s a defect i failed to detect
so underwhelmed with life in this sect
so i sext like anne sexton to blow off steam
slow in the seams, you may grow on me
i may grow up to be gangbanged by the whole football team
now that right there’s the american dream! 

life without industry is guilt
this is the world that bleating banshees built
to defy prop up on flesh + chainlink stilts
switch skin for a dermis + steel quilt
marinate in the fluids of your fathers + their failures
i’m on the dock ready for each + every sailor
vlad the impaler 
no life, no death, no breath, no inhaler
encrypt with spit, buried in crypts with pits
if the tool slits, if the barbed wire splits
plan then commit crimes i’ll never admit
you’re cloaked in cloacae i’m sunlit
where’re my sycophants? so sick of “can’t” 
death wish the only one my genie grants
only speak in garbled gregorian chants
failed transplant of a thousand horned red ants

convalescant, i convulse with a planetary pulse
doctors mystified by blood test results 
i slide down the shiny pole
indistinguishable from a black hole
there’s nothing to me but i shellac the void
emerged from a yolk sac with a broken toy
these are the final results of my nothingness, please enjoy

Upright Fauna

sounded appropriate
xx

blendtape 3 still in the making

blentape 3 (otw)

meg's jeans (ft. gundam)

Korean Jade - Nature Is Breathing Mix 2019

butterfly is amazing

LINE_SEG06

Sonic smudger Pinkcourtesyphone and harpist extraordinaire Gwyneth Wentink first met at an elegant garden party chez William Basinski, where they became instant accomplices. 2016's 'Elision' EP (901editions, Italy) soon followed, full of rich chords, lush hues, and enticing flickerings.
 
Now the pair invites you to get carried away in a cascade of murmurs with ‘when she had no mirror…she watched her shadow.’
 
... a powerful conception that plumbs the very depths of human emotion. Here is a picture of a woman's passion painted with strokes of shocking brilliance... vital music written and performed with bold imagination... daringly executed for the who can sustain the most stimulating of listening sensations.

when she had no mirror​.​.​. she watched her shadow

when she had no mirror... she watched her shadow (excerpt)

panspermia

working on new stuff

will be out in spurts and shorts @ some point

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