Random Lyric

My bones wish to escape and walk along an alien expanse to collapse from the heat in a cartoonish heap to sleep oh to sleep.

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Sparklehorse





Mark

Mark
my words

Thursday, June 10, 2010

On and on...

...and that's just the nature of things. Whether we're talking Darwin or talking talking. One thing leads to another to another and another. Think about your current job. Think about how one small decision or phone call or conversation has put you where you are at now and how much of your life is built around that reality.















My last post was about the death of Mark Linkous of Sparklehorse, and had the line "my bones wish to escape..." which later that night turned into an improvised remix of the Good Morning Spider CD as I had just been blogging about it. The next day a call for artists came across my desk and I looked around the room and saw Kirkland's old guitar sitting in the corner. (I was going to take it to a party and get really drunk and smash it during a campfire sing song - you know - to be funny - but i am glad I didn't.) So there it was in the corner. So I proposed a plan and they accepted. It was much more a project about the importance of using what is around to be creative with than the actual project itself.  John Lennon famously described himself by declaring "I'm an artist...give me a tuba and I'll make something out of it." Not that he reminded me of that when I met him bedside in a paralell reality. (see previous post)


I bought some kick ass little battery powered speakers, put the thirty minute remix on a loop (for five hours) and hoisted it up in a little hallway at the Firehall Arts Centre in Vancouver. As people went up and down the stairwell, what they heard would usually be different each time they passed under it. Sometimes a slow drone, other times a bright toy keyboard. The peice took on its own personality hanging up there in the stairwell while we drank Guiness at the bar downstairs. I had the chance to actually really admire it as it seemed to create itself and I wasn't tied to it in an egoistic sense. I liked that. Too often I don't take credit for my own expressions and or they are difficult births and painful to try to express after the fact. I am hoping to share this more and it is my way of keeping the music of Sparklehorse moving forward. Just because the man is gone, doesn't mean that the energy he generated died with it. Oh and the line "my bones wish to escape..." was repeated in the remix over and over again until the end. This happened naturally of course and somehow just found it's way into being.