Calcium Reverence by Wet Dogs

Meet wet dogs, the toothy jowl pals we loved to frolic with; their sweet dandruff & slippery slather warms the belly and dissolves the pain. They have been out in the rain for a while now, mange monsters; they stink like nothing else & their skeletons have been rearranged. They need your love and you need their warmth & dependability; otherwise it will all come crashing down. We implore you, scritchscratch out a cozy spot by your fire, save the bones from your beefsteak in a bucket made of old shoes, sift through the mucus in your gut for the last of your intelligent intestinal sparklings, & invite wet dogs into your home today.



Calcium Reverence is a distillation of unintended surfaces & a family of coagulant conglomerate entities. It is the quilt we made after much quilting. It is sourced from three 90 minute sessions at Cold Spring Hollow in Western Massachusetts, (occupied Nipmuck/Pocumtuc land), in the summer of 2018. It is dishonest calcium. Laboratory fabricated. 32 sonic objects between 10 seconds & 6 minutes in duration have been sculpted from the goopy breathing lump. We have decided that the lump is a lump. The lump has been made static & is being coddled by digits. Everything here still moves.The parceling of the mundanity of the complexity of minutiae is in your hands. Charles Noyes is responsible for the sounds generated using drumkit & oven rack with subtle electronic augmentation. Linearity is watching. Linearity is breathing in once & planning to store the air in the space between its striations. Constructed narrative is dancing until it sweats out stimulants. Aly Gear is responsible for the sounds generated using guitar, voice, propane tank, silver platters, viola, & glockenspiel, transformed extensively with a deep web of electronic objects. The source material is entirely freely improvised; with no prior recording of samples and no discussions or planning of structures large or small. All audio is in its original form; no bodies have been superimposed atop other bodies & no digital processes were applied to individuals as part of the construction of the quilt. Everything was recorded on a rinky dinky stereo field recorder suspended from the plush beagle that had been hanging from the ceiling of what used to be a hay storage loft at Cold Spring Hollow for several months. The final quilting process took place at Uttrie Hatchery on Foula, a remote island in the North Atlantic with 30 inhabitants.