sea house by katharine eastman

a while ago - the day before yesterday ? - the day before that ? - I said that I was trying to create something ultra minimal but that it quickly exploded into a Mahler symphony or something and boy is it difficult to keep it simple. This one was again heading into Mahler territory, but I have managed to lasso it and bring her gently to the ground and calm her and here she is, breathing happily. How long you want to listen to an exhausted thing panting quietly is entirely up to you - just because it is however-long-it-is doesn't mean that I expect anyone to hear the whole thing - just because a telephone directory is a million words long doesn't mean you have to read every word to find it useful. You might hear only two seconds of this thing and think God This Is Awful and you might stop it and never hear it again and think that you have conquered it, expunged it from your life, that it has had and will have no impact on your life. But no. Those two seconds were exactly right for you, this was the perfect music for those two seconds.

rec'd tonight, photo Bognor this week