Experimental

Experiment

when the light still rained down on rooftops

Sea-life

Soap & Skin

www.piasrecordings.com,
www.soapandskin.com
www.myspace.com/soapandskin

(me está dejando flipada este disco…I think this may be my favorite discovery of the last year…)

Soap&Skin es Anja Plaschg, cantante y compositora austriaca de sólo dieciocho años. Está sorprendiendo oyentes por todo el mundo con primer fulllength, «Lovetune For Vacuum» (Pias), 13 canciones mezclando piano melódico, sutil distorsión electrónica y las oscilaciones entre susurro y grito de su voz. Muestra una sensibilidad plenamente madura, evocadora e inquietante, que ya está atrayendo muchas compariciones con las grandes canta-diosas melancólicas como Catpower, Bjork, y Kate Bush.

Cuando llegó a la adolescencia, empezó a ensayar hasta doce horas diarios, tocando violín y piano. Con 16 años se marchó a Viena para estudiar con artista Daniel Richter en la Academia de Bellas Artes de Viena. Grabó y subió su primeras temas a Myspace en 2005, y el sello alemán Shitkatapult editó su canción «Mr. Gaunt PT 1000» como parte de una compilación.

Como punto de referencia adicional, ha de considerar el «steampunk,» un movimiento artístico que toma como sus ingredientes el romanticismo, el fetichismo de la estética victoriana, y los re-reflejos de un futuro retratado en la obra de tales autores como H.P. Lovecraft hecho ya el futuro, es decir, como una fusión impecable de lo más lo-fi y «clásico» con un punto industrial y tecnológico, haciendo un steampunk de la música. Post-Goth de otro planeta, uno mejor y más avanzado que este.

windowshine and page counts!

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just pointing that out

self on self

la experiencia de estar desnuda por supuesto es una libertad, sin apretones, sin tener una talla definida, un placer de estar, siempre en el caso que no tienes frio. en inglés se refiere al estar desnudo como “el traje de cumpleaños”, es decir, llegaste al mundo así, libre de la responsibilidad o necesidad de vestirse como esconderse o encajarse dentro de un estilo pre-definido.

i see the sun:

And yes, with no insult to modesty or chastity, it’s always sexual, in the same way that eating is always shitting, always participation in the yes of decomposition, touching you is always complete, always could end in any kind of surrender.
I would suffer for you: gets longer rather than shorter as the months pass.
It’s sexual because I feel you in my body even when you haven’t touched me for years, because I feel myself slowly accepting the rhythms of your breath with my body even in your absence. And in your presence I feel nothing but you, except for the moments in which I feel nothing but pain at your absence at your distanceNot only sexual: metonymic, and maternal. My appreciation for the subtlety of your body, its warm completeness and beauty: the grace of being permitted to touch even your shoulder reverberates through my nerves as if you were touching me, building on the briefest yet most intense memories of physical dissolution, of feeling bone-less.Please wake me up.

one from the vault.

i once paid for my translation addiction bartending in a trailer park run by a washed up sometime bácalera couple in the midst of what seemed to be a definitive breakup. tensions had caused the bar´s abandonment by all the regular staff, disgust and frustration amongst the camping´s 2000 residents, and their inability to find replacements for the mutineers forced them to work together until one day the guy threw a bottle of martini rosso at his ex-girlfriend´s head, along with a couple of knives, my camera and several books of discs.

he proceeded to the kitchen to bang his head against the wall for several hours. the customers continued to ask for toast and cafe con leche, as fast as they could, enjoying the sunday sun spectacle.

my neighbors found my yoga practice fascinating; my first night the boy across the street asked me over for a nightcap, invited me in and asked if i wanted to see his parent´s bedroom. when i said i wasn´t interested, he asked if i wanted to watch a porno flick with him. i politely declined and he planted an agressive, pointy tongued kiss on my mouth and said we should to get work. after explaining a bit of dating technique to him, i went back across the street and lamented the lack of window locks.

if anyone wants to replace my lost squarepusher and asa chang cd´s, hop to it. popular breakfast drinks included bacharat, a mix of anise spirits and mistela, and cutty shark whisky with lemon schweppes. the couple has since gotten back together; rumour has it they are expecting a child.

aphortastic!

Y:  where are
the parental units
Yo: canton ohio
l: fuckin a
Yo: with the grandmother
l: the strangest most perfect and unique of us.. from bumfuck nohow, right?”