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The Messenger Verses (willing, whither, whence)

by Janis Lago

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Dark ages 08:01
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Vivid everythingtone 11:14
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This year's snow 14:08
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Be careful out there 16:16
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Just as you once were terrified 11:20
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Cosmos of suppletion 09:17
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Pure love, a continuity 13:30

about

NYS#160

Wilting
The eternity of a gaze
Not ever alone in this world
Uniting us in shallow midnight
Nonlinear editors
We are the peak of of digital expressionism
Destructive effector and arbiter
Creation

marx, nietzsche, heraclitus. we will discover a divine in the course of our actions, for the divine is right here, but we just don't know it - even i don't claim to. god, however, is dead: find your own thing while _you_ live such that nothing is able to even come close to ensuring your apotheosis upon your passing. none of this has even started yet, yet it has already found its ends. you increase your valency to accommodate things that are not there: remain transitive. subject verb object. regarding valency, the limits of instrumental gamuts are worth exploring even if no one knows where they are/were. most recently expanded by perhaps keith rowe, they especially apply to the guitar. though i do play such an instrument, i also play the zither and the trombone, which i do not think makes me inherently superior but i do think makes me a bit of a wildcard. you're probably a freak who plays the accordion and the marimba if you listen to this. you may experience isolation, yet in reality you have no reason to feel alone in your freakishness, for anyone can write the next Stockhausen Serves Imperialism at any time without realizing they ever did it. the divine might be attached to the bow of your cello, ready to drift away in the wind after a cacophonous, resin-lacking drifting across the strings, one all too haphazard. capture god at every opportunity: i sing late into the night and record it whenever i am able. join me in numen.

Becoming less esoteric, and more with-the-world
Making more, so I don't have to deal with less
Creative compulsions, never stop leaving my bed
Active compositions, lest I try to shut up instead

we are digital impressionists and digital expressionists at alternating turns, but expressionists more often than not. we have grown among wires photosynthesizing the sunlight of screens, but not in the way you'd expect. we are fully outdoors on occasion, well outside bedrooms or school rehearsal spaces, and wires accompany us to signify our origins, even when we turn to more natural instrumentation (though we do so seldom). we have acknowledged our status as the future, but we have not given in to *futurism,* for futurism is a thing of the past. we interconnect ancient and modern, old and new, and we have acknowledged the importance of the process of fragmentation yet reconciled it with the need to contribute through the creation of the new. abandonment of the objective does not require total distortion, for our many mental incarnations live and die through a mixture, a nuance we cannot leave out. we use the capabilities of digital technology to create a referential framework to contain other referential frameworks; the power in these otherwise rarefied words is recursion.

credits

released January 2, 2024

production, laptop, vocals, sound design, sampling, resampling, Konzertzither, electric guitar, effects units, contact microphones, drum machine, synthesizer, H4n Pro recorder, mixing, writing, and cover art by Janis Lago

recorded from december 14, 2023 to december 25, 2023

special thanks to
Octavia Sheffner, for listening to all my goddamn demos and exchanging countless wonderful ideas with me every single day
Valyri Sheffner Harris, for never ceasing to _invenire,_ in every single sense of the semantically wide-ranging latin verb
my mother and father, for supporting my endeavors and helping me find a good Quadraverb 2...in spite of the scammers
my sister and brother, for being fantastic artists in their own right and providing plentiful support along the way

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Next Year's Snow

Svalbard Seed Vault field recordings label. Dabbling in large-scale interactive hydrophone installations and sixth wave post- Pigfuck on the side.

Art collective est. March 1st 2017

Founded by:
Octa Möbius Sheffner
Valyri Sheffner Harris
Spencer Booth

Previous:
&TIME
earlyprey
(etc.)

Current:
7FORM

Hatemail and/or demos:
snow@ecarlate.company ... more

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