THE MIMETIKS

Ok. its been a minute. and the last post was something of hurried throw-ing-up (a vomiting, if you will) of music. but today’s an extraordinary day. to day is a day when the forces of several elements were thrown together in precisely the right way. when all the wheels of music were grinding easily together. what was achieved, therefore, was a blasting-effect. and explosion, a projectilic out-pouring. of new music, and new songs. and new sounds. and outrageous cohesion.

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the keeper

here’s a tune that sprung forth from my mind like the grey-eyed goddess of wisdom from her father’s “splitting” head-ache. wednesday afternoon, as i was (supposedly) practicing for a different gig, this tune simply turned my head. maybe it was the night preceding or the coffee-dregs infusing the room with quite, darkening, energy. but i pressed record. made the crap demo mp3. and sent it immediately off to kyle and luke. calling it: the keepers. one alteration: no “s.” hope you dig this summer-song. and let us sing often.

i have no clue

and this is from tuesday night’s craziness. on the spur of the moment we decided to take this little progression and make it a song. and so it became. luke sat on it… and the rest is like water: all flow.

flood

also from tuesday. we started the whole night off with this groove. i may have gotten the syncopation from John Coltrane’s Body and Soul of Coltrane Sound. in the trio format the tune goes from being the poetic sort of rabble-rousing it was intended to be to a sort of scathing spell-casting. its heavy, wild, fire-starting. and its only the first go-round, son.

and finally:
my funny friends
i’m not sure what i can say about this joint. it was the last song of the afternoon. and, we sort of let the guard down. at the center of this maelstrom are two motivational ideas: 1. my favorite things (which kyle had been playing solo at the set break right before we pressed record) and 2. just friends… which gets severely distorted here. and becomes something altogether different. great solo by luke at the end of all… i like to call that last section “the dream.” a dream only, yet, five hours old.

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now i am sitting exhausted in my semi-functional kitchen. with the cats (dolly. dinah. i’m thinking about new names for them. or last names. the Antigone sisters anyone? or is that too much?) all this is in the past now. but the excitement of it remains. i hope it excites you, dear reader. and send you into the same tizzy is sent me.

if not: we’ll keep trying.

til we do,

keep listening.

- akie