Angie

‘Shyness’

Music | May 23 2017

This record began on a breeze, its rhythms felt through natural reverberations in the ground. Although there was nothing natural about it. The essence of it came from somewhere not quite dark, but in between, like the place in between things, words, utterances, glances.

Every object starts as an idea, and this record as a concept, as something real that could be dreamed, started in Brazil.

To describe a country, as difficult as the task of describing music. I couldn’t describe the melodies that came out of it, but I could record them and present them as an object. How sounds emanated from there, I can’t quite explain. They could be like any other sound, but perhaps on reflection, subject to nature’s true rumble.

Never previous to that had I spent so much time under a cloak of stars. Submerged in natural darkness, without the interruption of fluorescents and human presence.

Never before had I walked, so aimless, through scrubland, emerging into rainforest and territory unknown, unbounded, only to turn back because I realised I didn’t know what time of day it was, but perhaps, also which day too, and quite the length of distance I’d come.

Never before I had I felt so far away from home, without language, dominated by thoughts of my past and history that engorged themselves amongst my psyche in a way such a distance only can utter.

Is is in the climate of such moments that this record was born. 

The antithesis to my ‘normal’ life, almost uncanny in nature thinking back to it now, like it was always a dream, but somehow I have an object to prove it.

Piano wasn’t initially on the horizon, more melodies and acoustic motions that I somehow knew could never be electric. They were too quiet, too subdued, too dark to be framed inside such a machine.

Now, as i write this against a clock that isn’t my own, I wonder about how iridescent these times have became, as if I’m wondering how I even engaged with such an act or journey.

The discovery of piano was in effect a re-discovery – after much thoughts about the transference of melody and how to present these thoughts and feelings within the most appropriate dynamic range.

How a record forms in your mind, its oblique. I can’t position that moment, as it is something that comes on very slowly – like the notes had to sift, like flour falling through a colander. Once they settle onto something, you know that perhaps it’s the right time – the brief open window in which to attempt to trap them.

Recording could have been a bad dream itself, and in some ways it was. Attempting to replicate every instrument, alone, with no players at my side, was at its moments, best described as difficult.

What remains is this object, and its on the wind now, existing outside and apart from its author, to be considered as a both secular and object.

Catch Angie on her grand piano tour:

FRI MAY 26 – 107 PROJECTS, SYDNEY
w/ KNITTED ABYSS, SPIKE VINCENT & TABLE
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SAT MAY 27 – AINSLIE ARTS CENTRE, CANBERRA
w/ TVCR, THUNDERBOLT & SPIKE VINCENT
TICKETS & MORE INFO

THURS JUNE 1 – REPRESSED RECORDS 15TH ANNIVERSARY @ VIVID LIVE, SYDNEY
w/ TOTAL CONTROL, SEVERED HEADS + MORE
TICKETS & MORE INFO

SAT JUNE 3 – SOME VELVET MORNING, MELBOURNE
w/ CALLAN + TERMINAL INFANT
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