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The clouds smells too loud

Image: Olaf Eliasson (vía Arbitare)

“Certain kinds of speed, flow, intensity, density of attacks, density of interaction… Music that concentrates on those qualities is, I think, easier achieved by free improvisation between people sharing a common attitude, a common language.”  Evan Parker

“Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.” Robert Motherwell

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7 Responses

  1. Andras Fox says:

    the photo is from the Olaf Eliasson exhibition yeah? Amazing space… me and Sui Zhen messed around in there and made this:
    http://vimeo.com/13626562

  2. Gordon Maher says:

    Hi. Very nice work, indeed, Monsieur schils, as usual…
    (Even if the third track cuts off after only 6 seconds.)
    Au revoir now, be good…
    Dans la paix et l’amitié…
    Gordon Maher, Wendake, Québec.
    (Wendat Nation).

  3. schils says:

    @Andy Yes it is, and the real source should say “vía” and not “image”…I just sawy the video: I love.
    Ps. The video are on my tumblr
    OMG You and Sui Zhen have a track with James Pants!!!: Congratulations!!! I check the track on the “Not For Sale: Red Bull Music Academy London 2010″ :D
    @Gordon Thanks for your comments and double thanks to call me Monsieur hahaha :P
    About the third track…(insert here: Technicals Problems) You can listen the work of Heinali and Matt Finney here: http://heinaliandmattfinney.bandcamp.com/

  4. angeles says:

    is IDM kind of post apocalyptic sound?

  5. jim says:

    i believe the name of the artist of the work pictured is Olafur Eliasson unless Olaf is a shortened version

  6. schils says:

    @angeles Good point but I think in maybe would be a “bridge” to the post apocalyptic
    @jim, but is not wrong, right?

  7. TDot says:

    Pure love. Thank you

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]