0 = II by ANAZANAUT
OLD NEW BORROWED AND BLUE
We are gathered here today to witness this perfect union of thought and form. Take a step down the path onto a road of fractured memory, like golden broken bricks plotting a course to our ruined “Emerald City”. There’s no place like the home fires of nostalgia to burn the reminiscences of faded glories. The melancholy of these mementos seeps into the sores of weeping wounds inflicted by time as it rends the flesh of experience from the bones of corporeal manifestation. Look back through tears of sweet agony as the distance ever increases between these events and their last vestiges of evidentiality. Frail fragments cling desperately to the ephemera, persistently worn down by the winds and waves of deterioration and the imperfect tools employed to achieve this archive. This pastiche of the past has come upon its manifestation at this time of demise in order to bid a farewell with no measure of fondness. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but useful for both making you larger and smaller, simultaneously. And what more could one ask of a remedy than to kill two birds with one stone.
Tracklist
| 1. | α = δ | 1:00 |
| 2. | β = γ | 2:00 |
| 3. | γ = β | 3:00 |
| 4. | δ = ι | 4:00 |
| 5. | ε = α | 5:00 |
| 6. | ζ = η | 6:00 |
| 7. | η = ε | 7:00 |
| 8. | θ = θ | 8:00 |
| 9. | ι = ζ | 9:00 |
| 10. | κ = κ | 10:00 |
Credits
TOOLS OF THE TIRADE
The following core facilities, tools and equipment were used throughout the production of this collection: 2011 Apple Mac Mini, MOTU Ultralite Mk-II audio I/O, M-Audio Oxygen8 MIDI controller, Stanton T.80 turntable, KOSS headphones, Alesis Monitor One speakers, Sony stereo receiver, Nikko stereo cassette deck, Roberts reel to reel deck, Logic Pro 9 DAW, Native Instruments Guitar Rig FX processing software, Adobe Photoshop, WavePad audio editor.
All materials procured, created, manipulated and assembled by ANAZANAUT during the period from November 16th through December 31st, 2021 (unless otherwise noted). Photographic materials were sourced from personal archives dating between 1980 to 1984. Additional photography by Jon Hudema.
License
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.