transient
ˈtranzɪənt/
adjective
adjective: transient

    1.
    lasting only for a short time; impermanent.
    "a transient cold spell"
    synonyms:	transitory, temporary, short-lived, short-term, ephemeral, impermanent, brief, short, momentary; More
    fleeting, flying, evanescent, passing, fugitive, fading, mutable, unstable, volatile, here today and gone tomorrow, fly-by-night;
    rare, fugacious
    "a transient post-war baby boom"
        staying or working in a place for a short time only.
        "the transient nature of the labour force in catering"

noun
noun: transient; plural noun: transients

    1.
    a person who is staying or working in a place for a short time only.
    2.
    a momentary variation in current, voltage, or frequency.

Aligned Transients For My Transients

Morning Space Cadets and Intergalactic Divas,

You've caught me in a philosophical state again, or maybe I've caught you... Those of you who know me would understand when I say I am a person of few words. When I do speak I tend to try and make it count so hear goes...
I've been spending a lot of time of late in front of sound edits as opposed to locations and maybe it's the isolation that has got me ruminating...

I spend most of my time getting the words of others into the world and often wonder if MY voice or intent is evident in the end. Don't get me wrong I am truly humbled by some of the people I have been able to record and get their stories heard. It is truly an honour to be a fly on the wall and let people feel comfortable to be themselves and share very intimate, personal moments that I hope will help others through the ability to take auditory photographs if you like.

Some of you may have listened to some of my 'DJ' attempts over the last lil minute. A lifetime ago I used to DJ quite a bit and I use that term very loosely. So often I have been in clubs and heard DJs who lack soul. Not technical ability, but soul. I've had some great times at parties but often wonder when you take away the lights and the drugs what it all really means. I don't think I have any kind of urge to make people dance or compliment my ability to beatmix etc.

This world we live in is noisy. There is no such thing as silence. Much like people, sounds meet and diverge and I quite often sit on the verandah listening the life's little symphony. A car pass that merges into a bird song. A child playing in a park to the background hum of construction. It's funny when you put a microphone up to it and listen back how much you miss. The rhythm of so called coincidence and daily random acts. I have always had a fascination with this. Perhaps this is why I am so drawn to hiphop. It's ability to get people tapping there feet while a subversive lyric almost intrudes there periphery without permission. Next minute they are questioning the powers that be without realising why! This brings me to the art of sound edit as opposed to purposely writing music and lyrics. When blending different sources together I am quite often astounded by the beauty of a voice and a sound that never met yet create some kind of tragic/comedic harmonic understanding. The power to introduce two strangers in a marriage of sound is truly intoxicating. I remember the first time I started producing beats with vocalists it was unnerving how while they articulated language and rhythm that I felt just as much a vocalist through cuts, scratches and cues. So often I am the DJ in the corner who never speaks but if you listen I give away huge intent without opening my mouth. Editing sound to picture is incredibly fulfilling and gives me a great sense of achievement but at the end of the day I can't quite describe the feeling I get from making these audio mixes. I just can't bring myself to call them DJ mixes, maybe it's some form of audio documentary? Crate digging through archives not just on vinyl but any medium that speaks to me. I'm searching for definition like so many of us but really if pushed I would say I don't need it. I'm not calling myself a musician either and I don't get as arrogant to say I'm breaking new ground. None of us are special. I'm just compost for future generations like anybody else. Maybe I'm asking for simple acknowledgement from y'all. To leave a testament that I was here when I finally leave this mortal coil. That someone besides myself gets that feeling that your heart may explode inside your chest when these sounds are engineered in seemingly random meetings, that these introductions are creating unexplained emotions that even I as the editor do not truly comprehend. All I know is that I sometimes listen to these playbacks and just can't wipe the smile off my face.
The eternal search for two sounds combined that will make the universe combust! Or maybe I should just go smoke another one...

JB out.

Manifesto

Revolution Music. Fight, Fuck or Dream to it...

Audio Letter To A Young Contrarian

Another lap begins people. Stay Liquid. :)

Just Another Trip Round The Sun

A shout out to the dreamers, the tragic romantics and my 'golden era' syndrome familia. 
A modest collection of gems that tend to spin on a Saturday morning while making french toast and coffee. Movies play in the background. 
This is my catharsis. Pieces of audio both musical and otherwise snuggled up. At first glance different wavelengths. Little discs of chaos dancing next to each other for a finite time in perfect harmony. My arrangement of time where I control the cues in an attempt to make sense of it all...
Peace, Love and Chocolate Milk.
JB out.

J.B. Williams