The Disintegration Loops

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One of the most gorgeous, painfully elegaic, peaceful recordings (and liner notes, and fuck music) of this year or any. Dedicated to the skyscraper victims of September 11, it played in the background of the spectacle as seen from a rooftop in New York City. And yet this is beauty by proxy and default - the sounds were created by tape transferral wherein the tape itself disintegrated in real time and left blank spots as it spooled along, leaving a blank strip of plastic at the end of it all. The sounds drop away gradually, softly into silence and perhaps this is music best played as therapy for the dying and all those who surround him. But does silence equal nothingness? We have been taught now that silence is its own music, and, as it goes, disintegration leads to integration, a loop unto itself that circles like eternity and bends like infinity.

Like tears in the rain...

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