Keys In Hand On The Walk Home

Something slightly different today. 

I was working on a concept for an electronic piece inspired by the sinister tone in a lot of club scenes in films and television. There’s euphoria, but also danger - letting yourself go, but a lack of control. Think Black Swan, Belly, Blade. I wanted to make a threatening club track to be played in strobe lights!!!

Then the supreme court in America decided to potentially overturn the Roe v. Wade ruling which “gives American women the constitutionally protected right to safe and legal abortion”. And the world took a step closer to full-ass dystopia. 

But people always fight back. So that’s what this (unfinished) song is about. Sampled are protestors and news anchors. Transcript below.

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Anti-choice is so fifty fucking years ago
Anti-choice is so fifty fucking years ago
Anti-choice is so fifty fucking years ago
Pro-life is a lie, you don’t care if women die
Pro-life is a lie, you don’t care if women die

Good evening. In a landmark ruling the Supreme Court today legalized abortions. The majority in cases from Texas and Georgia said that the decision to end a pregnancy during the first three months belongs to the woman and her doctor, not the government.

The White House offered no comment, but President Nixon has always strongly opposed liberalized abortion. Other opponents are now talking about a constitutional amendment, to reverse today’s ruling.

We have huge breaking news tonight, and I can’t even believe I’m gonna tell you what I’m about to tell you.

Politico has obtained what they say is an initial draft majority written by Justice Alito showing the Supreme Court striking down Roe versus Wade.

It is a detailed, seemingly authenticated draft, written by Samuel Alito, that would make abortion illegal in at least half the country the day that it goes into effect.

Anti-choice is so fifty fucking years ago.

My body, my choice.

So, you know, it's not like we're gonna stop working. But definitely it's... anger and not hope that's motivating me this time.

I Can't Believe What I'm About To Tell You (Electronic Piece)

This is PIECE ONE from an audio-visual triptych, Control My Bodiless Form. The films meld Swedish folk music with stories from cyberspace. The three audio-visual pieces you are about to experience offer a satirical and absurd look at the numbness, joy, and horror that exists online. 

See the film here: https://vimeo.com/745561708

Cyberspace, A Needy Bitch

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home recording jan 2020, played on alto clarinet, piano, synths, loop pedal, powered by hummus and wine

Loops

fragment for flight

Solo Cannon Lullaby

the lyrics are extracts from a jorge luis borges poem "Matthew 25:30" , and the drums are from looperman - 
thank you alividlife http://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/39686
as well as  OutlawMusicPro http://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/8856
and SgtHunter http://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/42533

[...]
'Stars, bread, libraries of East and West, 
playing cards, chessboards, galleries, skylights, cellars, 
a human body to walk with on the earth,
fingernails, growing in nighttime and in death,
shadows for forgetting, mirrors which endlessly multiply,
falls in music, gentlest of all times shapes, 
borders of Brazil, Uruguay, horses and mornings, 
a weight of bronze, a copy of the Grettir Saga, 
algebra and fire, the charge at Junín in your blood,
days more crowded than Balzac, scent of the honeysuckle,
love, and the immanence of love, and intolerable remembering,
dreams like buried treasure, generous luck,
and memory itself, where a glance can make you dizzy - 
[...]
You have used up the years and they have used up you,
and still, and still, you have not written the poem.'

the image is by gj_the_white  from http://www.urbanghostsmedia.com/2010/06/subterranean-botanic-gardens-glasgows-silent-station/

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Lyrics: Karin Boye & Sofia Mellander

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