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Inspired by a collection of poems by Constance Hunting, the spirit of this mix series is to ask each artist to share, in some form, a distinct memory they hold in their minds, and express that memory over the arc of a mix and an associated written piece. This can be interpreted however one feels best suits their vision - whether it be a selection that evokes or reminds you of that central time / place / person, or a weaving of sounds that reflects the narrative of the feeling in that memory, or anything in between.The idea is to see memory as a breathing, living being, one that influences your feelings and sense of self.

The Shape of Memory

Our guest last week was @upsammy. We chatted with Thessa about her influences and recent sonic explorations through her new project SWEEPSCULP, check it out!

You can also listen to all our shows at www.rtve.es/alacarta/audios/lapsus

TRACKLIST:

1.- upsammy - Birds Sing like the Horn of a Truck
Birds Sing like the Horn of a Truck [Duotoon, 2021]
 
2.- Naono - Tripie
Ati Pol [Vibrant Music, 2002]
 
3.- Pent - Panic Compress
Glue [Thanks for Enlightening Me, 2021]
 
4.- Clearlight & Owl - Bronskee Dubskee
Red Clouds EP [DNO, 2021]
 
5.- Eight Miles High - Pure Beauty
Katalog [Klang, 2002]
 
6.- Sweepsculp - Plaudable
Plaudable [Nous'klaer Audio, 2021]
 
7.- Michael Banabila - E.T.
Traces - Music For Films & Documentaries [Tapu Records, 2007 / Knekelhuis, 2021]
 
8.- Institutrice - Dianthus Hyssopifolius
Cohortes [Un Je-Ne-Sais-Quoi, 2021]
 
9.- Aleksi Perälä - FI3AC2141040
Midnight Sun 6 [AP Music, 2021]
 
10.- Georgia - Deployable Mental (Clitic Version)
State Effect (Accel) [OOH-Sound, 2021]
 
11.- Tala Drum Corps - Carillon (Haron Remix)
[BAKK Records, TBR]
 
12.- Maxwell Sterling - Speaking in the Tongues of Angels
Turn of Phrase [AD 93, 2021]

LAPSUS RADIO 312 - upsammy

Mix by @taylorbratches, series curated by @eeeeeeeugenia

Taylor’s Earth Energy Mountain Mix (Ode to Colorado)

A cairn stacked like a koan in the center of the creek, perfectly still. A vision of my crown chakra, spinning in lavender and white, offered in a flash of instant divinity as I’m coming down the mountainside at dawn. Coming down on molly. The silhouette of the mountain’s sharp ridges neon from morning sun and we descend. A vision shared, a coven of witches seen, when the veil lifted briefly in the middle of the night, under the sparkling river of many-colored stars. A party at 14,000 feet on a gold mine, meditating in the thin air after dancing in trance through the night. Channeling. Ghosts. Speaking in tongues. Letting the Spirit move through me. Rhythm. Moving my arms automatically. Mudras taught to me from no one but Truth, from Source, belonging to no one. Collapsed identity. The illusions lifted. The process of unmasking, of undoing my conditioning. Learning sorcery. Stored trauma shooting out my fingertips, body releasing cathartic every weekend. Endless pain. Endless growth. Endless freedom. This was my life in Denver as I raved through my twenties. And perhaps my most potent memory of all: the rock outcropping, hovering hundreds of feet above the bouldered canyon, our cozy spot. The party--my favorite one, the most sacred--only halfway over. We stopped in our togetherness for a respite, left the treehouse or the dancefloor below where Huckaby or Donato Dozzy or Atom™ or Tobias or Demdike Stare or Erika or Patrick Russell (didn’t realize how lucky I was until it was gone). Whoever was spinning, we climbed up the ridgeside to sit hand in hand, together and alone, to watch the sun rise. As the crackling rays exploded over the horizon, casting peace across the spine of the mountain range, I looked around to see eyes closed. Closed mine. If you spend enough time in the Rockies, they do something to you. The sun coming up was a phenomenon. And not just because we all dosed. The music never stopped, the thud wafting up from below. The frequency, the wavelength, connecting all of us. Techno was where the home was. Is. Seeing each other soul-to-soul, no ego. The way it was. What have we become? Sometimes I’m thick with longing. Colorado is lost, but not lost, its earthen roots forming my core. Planting me, grounding me, so that I may become whoever I was. Whoever I was going to become. Now. Here. This mix is a memory--an amalgamation of memories, an amalgamation of a place and the best parts of my twenties--a gift to myself, to my friends, to you.

Tracklist:

Oscar Jerome - Subdued (Hector Plimmer Remix)
Deepchord - Red Lantern (Parts 1&2)
Mind Controlled Rectifier - Peels
Donato Dozzy & Anna Caragnano - Parola (Rework)
Crossing Avenue - Laguna
Al Wootton - Power Must Change Hands 
OK EG - Prismatic Spring
The Lone Flanger - Entanglement Interference II
Donato Dozzy - Vaporware 01
Donato Dozzy - Valentina
Shed - Taken Effect
OK EG - Anther
Code Walk - Touch
ASC & Synkro - Sacred Moments

ghunghru 051 // taylor bratches / The Shape of Memory

'Fostering infinity: episode 8 deep style and a warm intro 2 @akiiimatamik0 

Officially the unofficial third member of the pace kru - the Alisdair Campbell to our New Labour, the Taylor to our Clough - Tamika is one of the og cats keeping real and a kindred spirit when it comes having a knees-up on the old 1210s. Rocking some of our all-time favorites in this sublime soirée, sit back and take note. From the pub to the peripheries beyond - queen of the skyline going in. 

:・ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ・: *ヽ:・ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ・: *ヽ

Pace Yourself w/ Jank Inc. & Walden S + Akimat (SKYLAB 008)

r.ss + Hi-Vis @ Counterbalance (2021.08.26)

chm. aperitivo nine by otei

It’s been 1 year since our one of the dearest residens @amin_diamin joined our fam🎉🥂! Don’t miss her insane show, Circadian Rhythm w. Diamin guest Lychee

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How does the presence or absence of light regulates our internal biological processes and moods?
Circadian rhythms are endogenous time-keeping systems that synchronize most organisms, from unicellular cyanobacterium to humans, to the external solar cycle. Since light information is the most potent synchronizing factor, biological clocks coordinate the individual’s internal physiological and biochemical processes according to light and dark cycles.

The show is divided into two sets of 1 hour and the musical selection of each DJ reflects those moments: day or night. In this episode Lychee (US) is in charge of the first part of the program, and Diamin (CL) of the second.

Mutant Radio

Circadian Rhythm W Diamin Guest Lychee [13.09.2021]

Rrrkrta - WARNING x HÖR (September 12th 2021)

Cabaret Voltaire - Sensoria (Virgin) 1984
Cabaret Voltaire - Just Fascination [RH Kirk Remix] (Virgin) 2002
Cabaret Voltaire - Hypnotized (Parlophone) 1989
Cabaret Voltaire - Fluid (Parlophone) 1990
Cabaret Voltaire - Sex, Money, Freaks [Francois Kevorkian Mix] (Virgin) 2002
Acid Horse - No Name, No Slogan	(Wax Trax!) 1989
Sweet Exorcist	- Testone (Warp) 1990
Forgemasters - Clap [Richard Kirk Mix] (Network) 1991
Sweet Exorcist - Clonk [Homebass] (Warp) 1990
Sandoz - Human Spirit (Second Circle) 1992 / 2020
Richard Kirk - Oneski - TEEX 2 (Volume) 1994
Richard H. Kirk	- Freezone (Virtual State) Warp 1993
Cabaret Voltaire - Radical Chic	- International Language (Instinct) 1993
Sweet Exorcist - Let You Go (Plastex) 1991
Xon - Bopulate - The Mood Set (Network) 1991
Sweet Exorcist - Trick Jack - C.C.E.P (Warp) 1990
Sandoz - Chocolate Machine (Second Circle) 1993 / 2020
Cabaret Voltaire - The Root - International Language (Instinct) 1993
Cabaret Voltaire - Neuron Factory - Plasticity (Instinct) 1993
Richard H. Kirk - Clandestine Transmission - Virtual State (Warp) 1993
Richard H. Kirk - The Feeling (Of Warmth And Beauty) - Virtual State (Warp) 1993

Richard H. Kirk tribute

@acolourfulstorm label boss Moopie presents two hours of music each month, connecting the dots between club cuts, weirdo experiments, indie sensibilities and more.

Tune in for A Colourful Storm every 2nd Tuesday of the month, from 12am to 2am [CET] on rinse.fr.

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Mix & memories by @selfget originally streamed on @boxoutfm

series curated by @eeeeeeeugenia

Words by selfget about this sonic memory:

"If you follow the switchbacks past Amanda's Country Store, you'll see a sharp right for 376.
It's a rough and rocky road, just take it slow. 5 miles up, the road ends.
Hike a half mile in, take the path over the bridge that hooks up the mountainside.
 
The hot springs were the best part of an overdue vacation. 
That, and the trout we caught the next morning. They must've just stocked the river."

ghunghru 055 // selfget / The Shape of Memory

Mix created by @mxblaire
Series curated by @eeeeeeeugenia

Word by @mxblaire about this sonic memory:

"This mix is a validation note to my former self who was in the middle of a grief-stricken period of not being able to sleep. I had only slept a couple hours over the course of 3 days because of a traumatic experience I was living through at the time. I desperately needed to put my strung out mind to rest. In that time, I battled with undulating waves of tension and relief. Cycles of gently soothing myself only to find out hours have passed with no solace and then moving to self-destructive frustration.  

The shape of my memory is not uniform. It is raw. It is soft & comforting. It is sharp & painful. This mix captures the agonizing pattern of tension & self-soothing through experimental and ambient leaning sounds. I hope you open yourself up to all types of feeling as you listen. 

With an abundance of love, 
Mx. Blaire <3"

Tracklist:

Yamaneko - Dissolving All Ghosts Unknown 
Crystal Quartez - Dispersal 
Terrence Dixon - Found in Space 
Ciarra Black - Give Up The Ghost 
SOMNOROASE PASARELE - Kolchab 
Russell Ellington Langston Butler - Modular Synths Make You Trans 
Shanti Celeste - Sun Notification 
Sand Circles - Nezha, For Upper Yanoun 
Julia Gjertsen & Nico Rosenberg 
Burial - ANTIDAWN

ghunghru 057 // Mx. Blaire / The Shape of Memory

@dj_leesh on this sonic memory:


Fragmentation and Union on the Search for Utopia


It is not Utopia that we strive for. It is not reaching a “destination”, as Utopia is no place. It is the search for Utopia. Upon the water, the boat floats. We are in charge of the sails, and we decide which direction we move toward. On this journey, no one said it would be easy. Choppy waters and going forward into the unknown darkness of night. Yet, the stars shine, as does the moon. And from above, there is light. And when hours pass and the sunlight breaks, it simply illuminates. Simultaneously this light casts shadows on the placid watery plane. We need both on this search ~ both night and day. Symbiosis leads to quantum leaps. On this search for no place, memories arise, and with them we move ahead in awareness. Memories fragmented and fractal, morphing and merging and changing with the tides. They gather along the way into a collection of dark and shiny pieces of us. Some we choose to keep. Some we choose to free. We honor them all, for without them we would not be here, right now. On the boat. On this search. Shaping new memories as we float. The Utopian heartbeat thumps to the rhythm of just one sound. Do you hear it? Love is calling.

ghunghru 058 // Leesh / The Shape of Memory

words by @delilahtov about her sonic memory: 

"somewhere over the rainbow, there is a place we can go to do magic. it’s a land of abundance where we tranifest our dreams—yet we bring our nightmares with us. in loopy quests for healing, power, and pussy, we tromp up and down a steep mountainside bearing amulets, wands, and shields. on moonlit nights, shadows reach out from our wakes, but vanish as soon as we turn around to look. 



this mix is inspired by a night on that land, taking refuge from a storm and wayward psychic energies with three queer children in a bathhouse. we fed logs to the stove in a wood-fired sauna as outside, muffled thunder seeped from clouds sparkling with electricity. i felt myself channeling Hera, adopting Zeus’s ephebes—young, effeminate cupbearers. one carried water, the other a staff, and the third was keeper of the Pan flute, an eternally hitting vape; the gift that keeps us living. 



staying lifted, surfing currents of our whims, we fanned the flames of a bonfire outside that persisted to spite the rain, until one of the children whispered “hold me,” or rather demanded “cuddle puddle.” we traipsed up to the cabin, where with beaver-like instincts, i heaped blankets and pillows on the wood floor to make a dam that held back time. the kids nuzzled in purring satisfaction. an oil lamp on the hearth illuminated offerings of tinctures, balms, and spiked Mountain Dew. i puffed the vape while i scratched the kids’ backs, admiring the sacredness of youth. 



for those few hours we were all nineteen, re-writing our stories with chosen family and striving to not re-inscribe the wounds inflicted by our blood. we needed to not give a fuck about anything except blowing on each other’s simmering coals. both dreams and nightmares can keep one from sleep; i know this from experience. so nothing could sate me like watching chests rise and fall in slow rhythms, as each of Hera’s children faded into gentle sleep.


dedicated to the lost and found bois."

ghunghru 059 // Delilah At Night / The Shape of Memory

22-23 MENTAL LFO SEQUENCIES

Words by Eugenia about this sonic memory: 

In this episode, I reflect a moment I had last summer, late August. I was sitting with a new friend, up on a raised wooden platform late at night, the second day of Waking Life. We had talked at length, having just begun to understand the ebbs and flows of each other’s minds. I told them that lately I had been holding onto moments of unresolved conflict, of goodbyes that felt rushed, or pains of others I was unable to heal. I was carrying the weight of these small, broken up moments which had accumulated over time.

A thick, dreamlike fog rolled in front of us, as we sat, holding each other tightly, It suddenly parted, revealing the outlines of graceful figures moving towards us in the distance. This vision coincided with a moment of precise clarity: I noticed my idealistic need for harmony in every moment; at the influx of this realization, I began to accept and lean into the dissonance that repeats itself, in spite of this desire. I tried to forgive myself for the lack of closure of past connections, the loose ends.

I realize I felt this because I deeply cared about each moment, and this is natural, human, and essential to who I am. The anxiety and subtle shards of pain I had been clutching in my chest for so long burst out of me, leaving me transparent, spacious, and light. I was filled with gratitude to have had the possibility to be heard, and seen, in this realization, by a person who I felt intrinsically understood me.

In this first transmission, I wished to guide listeners through a moment I experienced in which a long-existing emotional weight left me, feeling swept away by the space around me. Through this, the previously hazy details of my inner self came into my field of vision.

tracklist // Deepchord - Rooftop // Lawrence - Floating // Sonmi451 - Rienza // Conforce - Desolate Ground // Function - Ember (Field) // Kettel - Electrician and the Adventurer // Sa Pa - Epiphanic // Loscil - Black Tusk // Autechre - Brochusevenmx // Taylor Deupree - Thaw // Sigha - Light Swells (In a Distant Space) // Aleksi Perala - GBBVT1337122 // SND - 9 // Ciò D’Or - Ur // Sollman / Gurtler - Watte (efdemin version)

ghunghru 023 // eugenia / The Shape of Memory

ghunghru 030 // r.ss / The Shape of Memory

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experimental label / radio show / curatorial project by @modularprincess & @eeeeeeeugenia

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a space where sound is sound, without needing to be music. 
a space where we promote all audible oddities, in fact, encourage.
a space where we focus on the whole.
a space where time isn’t measured.
a space where no structure is okay. 
a space where silence is accepted.
a space where active listeners flourish.
a space where sounds that normally don’t get heard, get heard.
a space for intellectual physical emotional spiritual analysis of sounds that excite you. 
a space for you to be weird about what you find sonically beautiful.
a space for you to play all the groovy rhythms you want, if you want. 
a space for you to play all the ambient drones you want, if you want.
a space for you to play all the hair standing unexpected glitch you want, if you want. 
a space for you to play none of the things that are expected.
a space for traditional world sounds, in an untraditional manner. 
a space for comfort in discomfort. 
a space for not just sounds, but also words, poetry, whispers and voice.

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ghunghru 051 // taylor bratches / The Shape of Memory

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