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Johnny Coley

Landscape Man (Tape)

Label: Astral Editions

Format: Tape

Genre: Experimental

Preorder: Releases November 18, 2022


*Limited edition of 200 copies.* Robert Desnos dreamed: I saw Davey Williams and Johnny Shines playing dice with Fred Lane; Isaiah Owens and Andrei Tarkovsky witnessing to a UAB anthropology graduate student; at one point Diogenes the Cynic leaned his head in the door, then moved on. Fred Shuttlesworth, trumpet in hand, kept shouting, “Where’s the one? Where’s the one” Thomas Blanton, Robert Chambliss, and Bobby Cherry, dressed in immaculate white Sufi gowns, whirling and whirling and whirling. I saw John Cage kissing the ghost of a Muskogean warrior. 

Why was it so cold? The musicians, crammed on the stage, (I don’t even remember them gathering there) became a prone, sleeping giant, on its side, with its back to the floor; Slow exhales, then Inhalations. The slow rising and falling of its chest. The slow, rising and falling of the music, musicians breathing through their instruments with their hands free. I heard klezmer, chopped and screwed trad jazz, Pharoah blowing spit out of his sax. The Surrealists loved Desnos because he could fall asleep at will.

As a prism separates white light into many colors or many colors are joined into one white beam, so music often works. Sonny Blount humming harmony to the quantum universe. Remembering the Birmingham Jubilee Singers in 1927, stepping up to the new electric microphone and reminding all of the children to moan, children moan. In a fire house, near the center of Birmingham, one chord in many colors, and many colors in one chord.

Elsewhere, at the same moment, a boy in Trussville looked up at the sky in time to see a green falling star, full of iron, dropping as slow as a flare, and disappearing below the tree line; a group of friends outside a restaurant in Pelham: “Hey, I got two 1951 silver quarters in my change”; two strollers in Mountain Brook whispering: “It’s a little cold, but still a fine night.”
- notes by Kevin Nutt, Alabama Dept. Of Archives & History

Cat. number: -
Year: 2022

Johnny Coley - Words & Voice
Jimmy Griffin - Chorus & Percussion
Jasper Lee - Electric Guitar & Bass
Kyle Kessler - Tape & Electronics
Amber Ragsdale - Melodica
Milton Ragsdale - Electric Bouzouki
Rodney Hasty - Electric Mandolin
Jubal Dalzell - Guitar
Rodger Stella - Moog
Mona Assayag - Voice
Ladonna Smith - Violin & Fx
Turner Williams Jr. - Shahi Baaja & Fx

Recorded By Jasper Lee & Turner Williams Jr. At Eva & The Firehouse, Birmingham, Al
November - December 2019

Edited By Turner Williams Jr. & Jasper Lee
Mixed By Jasper Lee
Mastered By Jack Callahan
Art By Dylan Marcus Mcconnell