cool... not much of a fan of 20th century music, but i empathize with anyone who is passionate about art and sound. "smile" (the original version[s], at least), is certainly the apogee of mr. wilson's unpredictable arc...
... what are you a fan of? i certainly hear (what i suppose could be a misinterpretation on my part) a good deal of 20th century inspirations in your music. though i must admit i haven't heard ohne.
I'm a fan of any artist who refutes genre, who rejects associations, cliques, or networks based either tangentially or wholly upon history or taxonomy; I loathe definitions, explications, revealed processes, fetishisms of formats and protocols, and dogmas of representation. One can't help but be shaped by one's time, but as the overriding ethos of TLASILA has always been one of synthesis (or, inculcation) and entropy - in other, less florid words, absorbing what we find interesting from any given milieu, then getting the fuck out of Dodge - I would argue that we have always been, and shall ever be enemies of time, of the fixed, of the static. As soon as artists circle their wagons, they're fucked.
That's what I mean.
In the case of Mr. Wilson, he was certainly breathing rarefied air; it's a goddamned shame that the Mike Loves of the world always seem to gum up the works...
Yes, yes, I agree with it. However, are they vegan? Do they have sidelong jump in a lake of Himbeer jelly? If so, do they do switch seconds with the strength, or with a shrug wistfully? If with a shrug, the shoulder moves first? If it of the lefts, why birds suddenly every time, if you to itself nearby? Does it concern the right shoulder, does it go strew moon dust in the hair of golden light and star light in your eyes blue? I need answers of this music, answers to questions, that never is able asked!
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best,
ts
what are you a fan of?
i certainly hear (what i suppose could be a misinterpretation on my part) a good deal of 20th century inspirations in your music. though i must admit i haven't heard ohne.
That's what I mean.
In the case of Mr. Wilson, he was certainly breathing rarefied air; it's a goddamned shame that the Mike Loves of the world always seem to gum up the works...
All the Best,
Tom