Orbituary

from Sound Painting - space guitar instrumentals by Bill Boethius & Dali's Car

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Very musical.

I believe that this piece marks a step towards a purity in musical expression, it all slowly moves towards the final dual between lap steel and 5 string bass.

but there is no stickiness in space. Perhaps there are things we do not know. Certainly there are things we do not know.
Of course, we know very little. Sounds reveal to us things we are ignorant of. You are right about the stickiness here. It is definitely related to the earth, the soil, and digging and burial - but it takes place in space - perhaps the space dead all descend to planets where they are interred while their spirits infuse the void - I only ask the questions
... there is a longing, a yearning - the sounds uncover a lack, a void - they are a prescencing of what once lay absent

Reminds me of the garbled audio from Carpenter's "Prince of Darkness" transmitting from the future.

Paging Dr. Freakenstein?

I also thought of how all the various layers on the track are buried like the dead - if you listen closely you can dig and dig, finding more burials

... this returns to the more noise based soundworks of my earlier stuff here. But now musical sounds and phrases are used as building blocks for strange sounds and noise, while at the same time creating a kind of harmony and movement [albeit slow and doomy].

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Thousands died in their seats
On the way to colonise space.

Their ghostly fleets populate
The dry, black, airless seas,
Without trace, as their bodies

Sweat, sticky with worms
On planets, terraformed.