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roedeliusishy bright spring day, warm sun cold air on godshill

by Simon Aulman

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album of music in the style of early Roedelius, I think - that was the idea at the start, and it stills sounds like quite a good idea at the end

all distortion and clippings and cracklings are deliberate and yr friend.

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yesterday rushed thru the miserable rush-hour morning to a friend's house - dear god surely the main reason everyone is miserable is because everyone-else is miserable - I do try to be the only nonmiserable living boy in new york but man is it a struggle and if I also had to struggle with real things too then just like with everyone else it'd be impossible - all you need is nothing.

Then, together, we drove to the car park by the cricket area in Godshill, near Fordingbridge. Yesterday already feels a season away but it was sunny and like a first day of spring and the breeze was cold but sometimes the sun was warm. We wandered around on some official New Forest National Park-approved circular walk - off past the Fighting Cocks and away towards the ancient fort, around it and looking down on the flooded water meadows of the Avon etc etc. I thought I'd hate it.

But it was gorgeous, a day to live off of for the next month. Amazingly on such a day we wandered around for three hours without meeting anyone beyond the pub. Not so amazingly, in spite of having two maps, a printed-off-the-computer set of written instructions, plus a smart phone with all the technology to tell you where you stand on this totally defeated/tamed planet to the nearest millimetre, we managed to get lost, yet again, in the new forest, my home for a thousand years, which I know like the back of my mother's hand.

Anyway that was nothing. What was something, almost everything, was that through my head was going Roedelius over and over and over. Once a decade I tell the world about those dozen albums that I love more than anything alive, and really since about 2001 that little list hasn't changed - odd that none of the ten trillion albums that I have downloaded since then have had any impact on my soul whatsoever. Oh fuck, if only we could go back to the days of scarcity/rarity again - but even I can't resist lady musical over-abundance's spread legs.

Usually one of those albums is one of Roedelius's early selbstportraits, usually the first one, because it is the first one I ever heard, way back when it first came out. Moebius was the guy in Cluster who liked the weird noises and the new tech and the clunking, but Roedelius was the one who just wanted to make tunes and pretty music. In different circumstances he could've just as easily been in Steely Dan.

Those little albums are so simple and have the atmosphere of e.g. the first durutti column album, or that instrumental album that came free with a bill nelson album around the same time - I suppose it's an atmosphere that's a bit like Nick Drake's Pink Moon, but I don't like Pink Moon anything like as much as those other simpler rougher less self-conscious albums.

That's what was going on in my mind as we wandered slowly among the primroses and the very last of the snowdrops and got lost. Truly, if the sun hadn't been switched on all day we'd've had no idea where south was and which way up to hold a map and to at least veer us off in a generally okay direction. I suppose the only reason I make music is because it still astounds me how easy it is to make music on the bedroom floor that sounds like the stuff I could only dream of making way back when I was trying to sound like Roedelius and somehow my three broken cassette recorders and stick and empty bucket couldn't quite do it.

Today I'm not much more advanced, but thanks to a 1937 version of Audacity and my own tolerance (love) of creak and hiss and doing the same thing over and over again, here is something that was made very quickly this morning and which I like a lot.

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recorded this morning, photo near Godshill yesterday

my two favourite tracks have been extended and blended and mangled a bit and turned into one long track here - katharinebeastman.bandcamp.com/album/wintered

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released March 9, 2024

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