Luke Martin

each sound in solitude, a succession wound among absent threads falling, falling, lighter, lighter— cavernous mouths crown a flickering song without content, exiled from my container, like any other thing, i enter as a thing alone into the world. the world is what enters into nothing— things communicate only by their solitude. three sections, one melody—silences before and after each section. i) player a ii) players a & b iii) player b entries free, note duration and space between notes open, an…

*100 copies limited edition* This meet-up between two thoughtful practitioners of minimal and process-oriented music succeeds not because it is resourceful but because its gestures are clearheaded. Disciplined and exploratory, it is like observing someone fixing a watch: methodical and calm, periodically getting up and selecting a tool, working for stretches of full concentration, and hearing the footsteps and rustle of clothing. The titles of the pieces – “Distinct” and “Concealed” – suggest te…