Sirens [part of the Train Sonor project] [may 2007] "compendium of shreds" :: field recordings — rain, water, wind, thunderstorm, found noise :: flow tracks, Max/MSP :: Spongefork_3_2_2 tracks :: piano :: prepared piano :: voices :: Sirens is affected by James Joyce's Ulysses, Episode 11 - Sirens | Possible simultaneity with voyageacoustique four :: Train Sonor (2007) and/or Argonauts part XIX (composition "essay two", 2006-07)
[...] Circe took me by the hand and bade me be seated away from the others, while she reclined by my side and asked me all about our adventures.
"'So far so good,' said she, when I had ended my story, 'and now pay attention to what I am about to tell you- heaven itself, indeed, will recall it to your recollection. First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them. If any one unwarily draws in too close and hears the singing of the Sirens, his wife and children will never welcome him home again, for they sit in a green field and warble him to death with the sweetness of their song. There is a great heap of dead men's bones lying all around, with the flesh still rotting off them. Therefore pass these Sirens by, and stop your men's ears with wax that none of them may hear; but if you like you can listen yourself, for you may get the men to bind you as you stand upright on a cross-piece half way up the mast, and they must lash the rope's ends to the mast itself, that you may have the pleasure of listening. If you beg and pray the men to unloose you, then they must bind you faster."
"'When your crew have taken you past these Sirens, I cannot give you coherent directions as to which of two courses you are to take; I will lay the two alternatives before you, and you must consider them for yourself. On the one hand there are some overhanging rocks against which the deep blue waves of Amphitrite beat with terrific fury; the blessed gods call these rocks the Wanderers. Here not even a bird may pass, no, not even the timid doves that bring ambrosia to Father Jove, but the sheer rock always carries off one of them, and Father Jove has to send another to make up their number; no ship that ever yet came to these rocks has got away again, but the waves and whirlwinds of fire are freighted with wreckage and with the bodies of dead men. The only vessel that ever sailed and got through, was the famous Argo on her way from the house of Aetes, and she too would have gone against these great rocks, only that Juno piloted her past them for the love she bore to Jason."
"BRONZE BY GOLD HEARD THE HOOFIRONS, STEELYRINING IMPERthnthn thnthnthn.
Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Horrid! And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the
Gold pinnacled hair." — James Joyce, Ulysses [Episode 11 - Sirens]
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October 24, 2008 Subject:
"& the vision that was planted in my brain still remains w/in the sound of [Sirens]"
"Sirens" is so delightfully and frightfully infectious, it makes me deliciously delirious.
"Sirens" has a deep brilliance that is oddly moving and eerily soothing. I've let "Sirens" wash over me while writing, and reading. I've let its river run through me under pop music playing at the same time. I've been drifting away to it in the long crazy hazy heat of a summer's daze and nights.
[I've had this note here to do a review for so long, like a bomb ticking that never goes off, till now... I started up this crazy blog last May in tribute to the wild women that drive me mad. It's entitled, "Legends of Sirens." A couple of posts nailed to that blog are named, "A Whale of a Tale on The Wail of The Siren." I added a "Sirens" player to Whale Parts 2 & 3, and to my MySpace profile. I've even posted in comments to my MySpace imaginary friends. I have been colored so damn impressed. Cheers!
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