Undercurrent. Chapter 4.
Music Recorded On Obsolete Technology / Music Recorded As Spontaneously Improvised / Music Damaged And Decayed / Music Slipping Out Of Sync / Music Full Of Notes Interacting By Chance / Music Full Of The Sounds Of Tape Slipping Through The Heads / Music Full Of Blown-Out Volume And Cut-Outs And Static And Hiss And Uncorrected, Beautiful Errors / Music Muddied Or Feeding Back Or In General Acting Fucked-Up / Music Shifting Pitch As It Flutters And Warbles / Music That Sounds Like It Was Carved Out Of The Forest Floor After Twenty Years’ Neglect / Music Recorded With Limited Technical Skill Or Electronic Know-How / Music Recorded By Feeling More Than Thought / Music Recorded With The Heart, Not The Brain / Music As Broken And Twisted And Lost And Confused And Filled With Heartache As We All Are / Music For A Broken And Tarnished Home / Music For Redemption From Consuming And Destroying Without Regret / Music For Escaping Suburban Cul-De-Sac Hell / Music For Escaping Corporate Fluorescent-Lit Wage Slavery / Music For Escaping Bland And Empty Material Pursuit / Music For The Woods And Fields More Than For The City / Music For Fighting Perfection / Music For Resisting Hollow Digital Artifice / Music For The Nameless Emotions / Music For Determination / Music For Catharsis / Music Our Tired Freedom / Music Our Love / Music Our Hope / Music Our Rusted Voices / Nothing Is Fucked Forever.
TWELVE PRINCIPLES UPON WHICH 12K WAS FOUNDED:
1. Don’t tell listeners what they want to hear, let them discover that for themselves.
2. Treat your audience as they are: intelligent, passionate lovers of art and sound.
3. Evolve constantly, but slowly.
4. Stay quiet, stay small.
5. Strive for timelessness.
6. Never try to be perfect. Beauty is imperfection.
7. Simplicity. Anti-Design.
8. Never try to innovate, be true to yourself, and innovation may happen.
9. Explore sound as art, as a physical phenomenon — with emotion.
10. Develop community.
11. Be spontaneous.
12. Everything will change.
Nightwaif - Hurtling Through Noise [Flp]
D’Angelo - Voodoo
Oscar McClure - Compost
Sex. In the old days, a flash of ankle was enough. Then a calf then a thigh. A miniskirt, a bikini, a G-string. Then hairs, short and curly. Then the rest of it. The mouth, the tongue. The tits, the ass. The pussy. Leather, fur, duct tape, fuckshoes. All in full color, all in 3D.. “Uh-huh. Virtually the real thing”.. Then faked snuff films. Sex with a horse. Pay-per-view simulated cannibalism. Televised battlefield rape. Corpse-fucking.
But it all got boring. All of it.
The porn and the porn pills and the V-jak.. even fucking got boring. Then some charming gentleman asked himself, “What’s it look like inside a woman?” “What do her insides look like when she gets off?” “Bet that’d be a sight!” “Bet that’d get the blood pumping.” “Bet they’d pay to see that.”
Don’t even know her name.. But she’s up there right now.. She’s up there, fixing on the touchpads and wires. Gluing on the instruments that will light up her insides for all to see. Getting ready to shake it. A girl and her human meat.
You know, Gastro. “What’s boiling in her stomach and all that.” 3D projections of a girl’s insides for all to see. Right now, it’s the shaz, superspace.. The new menu, the thing.
Next week, it’ll be boring too.
Mere nudity.. Where’s the thrill? We want to touch.. We just can’t figure out how to do it. We lost words for it. Then we forgot the question.
Issue 2, 100 Percent.