Saturday, February 28, 2004

:: note :: . . . a student hands me his latest material . . . a fresh sound . . . music that is in the process of breaking free from any formal /progressive label . . . kicking out boundaries to float somewhere new . . . not a sound rooted in place or genre or style or or even multi - mixes . . . beyond . . . his is a generation beyond international . . . beyond globalization . . . not a sound of all place (European, African, Asian, Canadian) . . . and it is not a fusion . . . the music, because they listen to all around them, is a post-national riffing - a transculural groove . . . it is music which is like a third wave revolution . . . a simple barter sent out to those that understand the echoes and sorrows of what has been lost in the process, left behind and forgotten . . . it is deeply personal . . . a personal part of your involvment with sound . . . your memories . . . listen and remember yourself . . . jamming with a cacaphony of scales and licks . . . the text is perfect "experimental bending" :

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They've got sharp backs and they're sticking out now

step on the cracks to make your mother shout now

for each little note that the cricket's sending

there's a worm in my throat and experimental bending

without light every color looks the same

bird can't sing if its beak is filled with shame

without light every color looks the same

did you hear about the kid who tried to beat the train?

(Jeremy Lane. The Train)

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. . . the music is fun . . . bobbing & weaving . . . give it a listen JeremyLane & on ZeD cbc . . .