in southern recurrence

"When tomorrow becomes yesterday and tomorrow becomes eternity." - Nina Simone

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saw a dog, chewing on a honey top, named it ours

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mosh up what light and let glow, a scrambled wip

the tone recollesummons and the gorged nodes oneds to pronounce it all a hoof print, cutting our relationship with our seme with the quickening of its pas some dissonant history tears time a new one, nses as it elongates ti a fugue whose back beatake betwistory and the gorged nodes of Tumor’s histrionics each een High Water’s h tumor’s studio melts as it here there is a grift an houses, and the lev

to let Nathaniel Mackey call it. d gift amongst a grainy ace the omniscient hiss of history and the static as it’s recorded a give and tn. e neee the segue between patton and tumor is the synced up dissipation of history, the perpetual joist ‘round dissonance and circumfeis caamalgamwhitened or showsation, some Southe rence. ut. The circular breathing behing black veil which e, Tumor w line as as, the fruit of the flood who’s rot as been prolncases the tune like some seasds to s rnd the restrapas able to gis  this historicping it to one of those towering Mississippi pines in the fall of 1927. With thisonged, synced n drawither, have just blown the Caernavon levee near New Orlease, in some humid ns.

Tumor brings out the best in Patton,wall. —  which is singular yet indistinct, a white-noise coloured which we’re always amidst yet, perhaps, not attune to up dissipationt, acorders or in perpetualance and circumference and shows as the tunes not as one and the same buds and we are g(hiss is but a loecr)ifted these relict tapes. . drop them clear across tow thunders as leveed dynamite, whose mere nodes uplift homes from their foundation and

and the gorged nopronounce it all. heee’s sound as the d joist between dissonynamite went off. Tumor’s brilliance lay not only i where the notes seem to say rctdes one ne I want to get at the way poencourages a more robust hearing of High Water’s static,

onal canvas. Ths it disembodied the tree limbs like sparts of Charlie Patton’so many tone arms lost at the hands of wretched windttonpaay  will meet at the Bomsitioning the two  tune “High Water Everywhere” as bookends to Yves Tumors’ “Histrionic II” bastic Pulse a low down dive in Notasulga, Alabama. Both will be dr

the segue between patton and tuummoned and wrung out by Tumor. High Water Everywhere’s melodic viscosity is dwho’s air ho’s echoe appears as symatics on tuough, in ths the saying goes, the same same but different. patton’s n his clairvoyantondensatio In 2716, Patton and Tumoras been kept lofp and propagated by some insistently Southern heat; a heat which Patton  placing obled c -noise coloured to a head by taking the very instrument used to record High Water Everywhere andHigh Waet down pat the wind amors flooded mound. our busmate pulls the cord, the engine idles, wrenches out some familiar low.

m as does PatWhas encroach. ere and now. Tumor’s histrionicsumped sweat, rinds, blood and all into an earthen bucket positioned just’ affront a Yves Tumor’s sto

t grifteally ton in Tumor. Indeed, Tumor’s placement between Patton bring out the rough which others have attempted to ridhe r the cordecorder in the eye of the stont with our doings and undoings, with the velocity of decay — the tideAbout a aslevquired listehe engineers instrrm, a placement which anadiplotic continur lifts t the omniscient vams ond. our busmate pulls for their stop, the engine idles, wrenches out some familiar low.  co in some haprgence contingepenstantial conveument could do. ng symatics on tumor’s electric Patton of. recf t pminute into the song Tumo inclination which appeom tmbustion slaptonguihe shotgunhands in making. Patton’s tuto get these guttural recordings to boil up into the hr y’s thealchemy re p which whd static lay in sonic wait  because of some executive’s fleecing inclination. Yet, Yves Tumoumor brinnes, electricen attuned to is the very syncopation of our day

a historic hiss -fours — a bombastic pulse. Indeed, the town’s movers and shakers, whom were in fact ne gible never occurred, but in the  gners — whom plandoubtedly draped in some rotted velour of shattered glassand its tortured vibrato as it attempts tyed his by now are uo tear its way through the ages into the here and now echoe appearthe cymbal warps, and frorn visnce refm its sweat, we rise ars in the ille andhmons oarorded, are sused and works it e grainy sumback into the frenzy it was whenn out,  are the rust of Patton’s wcosity, the canvas has fused with the tune. ty and alive, propped u In Patton’s tune, Tum  errant two-byit was but the best ts thter’s static is the accompanist who can not ls, ripped the board and batten fr lay out

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Some smoothed static à la the gutter. And, its hymnals. Ease of a faceless spirit with the same luscious abyss on loop. Us, mirror gazing at the eve’s tremor, wrought a song: 

burnt coast no more but singed mesh beaten crest

to yves

xoxo

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