Depersonalization

Reflections on childhood - as a parent and as a brother. Life is so much simpler as a child and yet, at the same time, we are barely even touched by it hence the title 'Dance of Unknowing'. The piece is a celebration of and a nostalgia for that innocence that we can never return to.

A remarkable video for this piece has been created by Stefania Buzatu and is available on my YouTube channel

https://youtu.be/JXbYd4Ji1bA

The video features archive footage of families enjoying fairground rides at Coney Island and other amusement parks in the 1950s. This recently found material was made by the US Government and restored by film-maker Rick Ray who kindly granted me the license to use it in this context.

The post-war exuberance perfectly captures the care-free spirit that I was hoping to express in the music. Watch the full video on my YouTube channel and listen to the track on your favourite streaming platform. All links in the bio

The photograph is another emotive masterpiece from Hengki Lee. Please follow this visionary artist on Instagram to see more of his work.

Childhood (Dance Of Unknowing) Studio Version

I am Trying.
Music Written & Performed by Esslemont.
A tribute to Patient 18.
Esslemont Sounds
2021

I am Trying.

I Am Trying.

Awaken

Track from our joint CD released recently on @Meticulous-Midgets: https://meticulousmidgets.bandcamp.com/album/tele-vision
More about: http://stopcran.ru/blog/2021-10-07-226

CRAZY COMPASS: United States - Russia (october 2017)
https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/track/drowned-by-milk

music: Michael VanderMallie / @The-Black-Diamond-Train
text/vocals: Nata Boundariver / @CrazyCompass

ЗИМА

Мокрая бабочка летала по дому.
Шевелила руками усталые мысли.
Глаза опустелые о зеркала спотыкались
и брызгали острыми скользкими искрами.
Мокрое дерево стучало в окно,
бабочку дохлую выманивая из меня.
Прирастая к стеклу отражения,
двигалось длинное белое облако.

Молоко заливает поля.
Всё. Всё тонет в молоке.

Наступила зима.

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WINTER (pidgin-version)

A wet butterfly flew around the house and wiggled by hands tired thoughts.
The emptied eyes stumbled of the mirrors and splashed with sharp, slippery sparks.

A wet tree knocked in the window, luring out of me the dead butterfly.
A long white cloud moved, growing to a glass reflection.

Milk floods the fields.
Everything. Everything is drowning in milk.

Winter came.

CD & book

ЗИМА / drowned by milk (with The Black Diamond Train)

Words and music Antipodeans 2021. Recorded at Grovehill Studios, and mastered at the Hackey Sack by Dr Hackey

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