Fennesz - 03_02_00 Live At Revolver, Melbourne
(Touch)
SOUNDTRACK:
Fennesz - 03_02_00 Live At Revolver, Melbourne (Touch)
SETTING:
It is New Years Eve and I am having dinner at a friends apartment.
PARTICIPANTS:
Me, Pete Spynda, Ken Camden, Paul Groper, Ang Gagnon, Christie Gagnon,
Portobello Mushrooms, Salad, Water, Vegetable Pie, Chocolate Chip Cookies
STORY:
Dinner is about to begin when I suggest that we should put on the new
Fennesz CD. I had already told Ken and Pete how much I liked it so it was
agreed upon that Fennesz would be our dinner music. I turned the CD on and
sat down at the table. I began by pouring myself a glass of water. The
music begins with a quiet, rolling, scraping sound, smooth distorted tonal
patterns begin to evolve slowly under the rolling. I pass Ang a mushroom
and take one for myself. Pete comments on the progression, something to the
extent of "I like this, it really pushes forward without really going
anywhere." He passes me the vegetable pie. I can see that Christie is
beginning to look anxious. Ken comforts her with his hand on her shoulder.
The music continues to grow, raising frequencies and constantly enveloping
itself sometimes being interrupted by electronic glitches. Paul comments on
the fact that my glass of water is beginning to shake. The progression
continues building in intensity. Time begins to slow down for me. I am
completely lost in the sound. Pete begins to choke on a piece of vegetable
pie when the tones fade into what I will consider to be the meanest gangsta
rap beat I have ever heard. This only lasts for a short while as the beat
subsides and morphs into a new static tone. Pete gives himself the Hymleck
against a chair. He pours himself a glass of water and tries to relax. A
small digital rhythmic pattern begins to develop. Ken stands up screaming,
"I feel like Darth Vader is serenading at me from the bottom of my fish
tank." Ang gets a look of fear in her eye and tells Ken it is just the
music. He settles but is obviously not well. Everyone seems to be getting
a bit edgier. Paul begins to twitch. Clicks, pops, and glitches begin to
have small conversations between short computer tones slowly dripping
together into a digital popcorn. We are all looking for a pattern here. I
begin to talk about my love for early video game sound while eating a
cookie, suddenly I spit the cookie out as the greatest wall of distorted
sound this side of Merzbow takes over. No one can eat. No one can speak.
We are all in the midst of the wild harsh drones. We are no longer in the
apartment. We have entered into a laptop computer consciousness. I feel
like my nose will bleed soon. Finally the distortion fades into a beautiful
wave of slow morphing tones, "sound", and mild skipping interruptions. A
sense of structure begins and dinner continues. Pete says something about
the simple rhythmic complexities being static like rain after thoughts. It
is obvious to me at this point that this music has made us all insane. We
continue to eat slowly and the music continues to morph into itself creating
a tonal symphony between distortions, low end hums, scratches, and pops.
Dinner is silent as the music fades. Only sixteen minutes and thirty three
seconds had past but we were all different by then. Ken was convinced that
his metabolism had changed. Pete just wanted to listen to Folke Rabe. Ang
decided to go to sleep but complained of machine-like bugs tearing at her
feet in her dreams. Christie tried to wash dishes but dropped three of them
on the floor. I drove home and wrecked into a fire hydrant. When I awoke
in the hospital the doctor told me that the tumor I had been diagnosed with
the week before had miraculously disappeared. Thank you Fennesz!!
RESULTS:
Don't just worship Fennesz because he is from Austria. Worship him because
this record is incredible.
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