the descent into what consciousness might (not) be; alteration of awareness of reality and aesthetic surroundings into a spiral of eternal misunderstandings
RIP Peter Brötzmann. Here’s a clip of him w/ Haino. The way his playing sounds is what I look for in so much music — a sound extruded forcefully through an instrument/speaker, die cast by silence on either side … like hot coals ignited, doused & ignited again. Sizzle on in smoke