Listening

From Dublin-based artist Hilary Woods’ upcoming Acts of Light. The video is, in Woods’ words, “from old newsreels of archive footage on film, (it) muses on the beauty of community and resilience. This music video is a visual love letter to the Dublin City I grew up in, to the spirit of familial roots and the extraordinary moments in ordinary life that leave their lasting impression."

Listening

Artist & Designer Ben DuVall invited Eric Hurtgen of New Rural to contribute to the 19th episode of his excellent monthly radio show, The Condition of Music on Seyðisfjörður Community Radio. The theme is ‘avant banjo’ and it’s an exploration of the banjo and beyond.

If you missed the live broadcast, you can catch the archived episode here. 

Listening

"I feel a kinetic and messy honesty that doesn't exist in any of the other music I've ever made. There is also a sense of being settled, of calm. There is no faking it here.”

Brian Allen Simon, Anenon

“Rather than finding beauty in a purely aesthetic sense, I tend to find beauty in certain moments and places, and certain living beings. It can be as simple as walking in Barcelona and all of a sudden noticing a building I already know from a different angle, or just noticing how amazing the color contrast is between the blue sky and a painted façade. Or seeing the first Alpine swifts that arrived two weeks ago. Or watching the sky at night with the backdrop of the Roman wall and medieval buildings of my neighbourhood from my window.” - Colleen



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...despite our consenting to all the indisputable technologies: despite seeing the political leap that must be managed, the horror of hunger and ignorance, torture and massacre to be conquered, the full load of knowledge to be tamed, the weight of every piece of machinery that we shall finally control, and the exhausting flashes as we pass from one era to another—from forest to city, from story to computer—at the bow there is still something we now share: this murmur, cloud or rain or peaceful smoke. We know ourselves as part and as crowd, in an unknown that does not terrify. We cry our cry of poetry. Our boats are open and we sail them for everyone.

Édouard Glissant from Poetics of Relation