Constellation
Tatsu has a knack for releasing brilliant works by young, Japanese,
ambient-drone sound sculptors (see: Hakobune & Celer), and Chihei
Hatakeyama fits the bill, 110%.
What
strikes me most about this microtonal soundbath is my own subjective
relationship with it -the content is dictated by mood- and I’ve perceived each
side in so many different ways that I’m not sure where I stand on the
schizophrenic-spectrum anymore. Maybe I can blame it on the tape? Let me plead
my case!
At
first, I felt bathed in droning, layered sunshine, perfect-temp breezes, ants
respectfully tickling my toes, but never ascending past the ankle. Days later,
I was trapped in a spiteful-god-directed, single ray of condemnation, trapped
in time, Sisyphus waking with stretched hand to wrap knuckles against that
goddamned pebble of doom. Yet, day after that, a calm, Equinoxious ambiguity playfully
flirted with paranoia more than I’d meta-prefer to. The perceptions continue to
evolve, consonance and dissonance cross-dressing into omniscient oblivion.
Another
big plus, when turned up, is how frequency amplification varies greatly, depending
on my position to the room/speakers. Since realizing this, I’ve longed for the
capability to self-decapitate so that I might sway my head about the cabin and
drink this wild ride up from yet another myriad of possibilities. Seems I’ve
been living in Berkeley far too long.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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