From Jeff Gburek’s Bandcamp site:
“None-sense Opera is what I will call it. It’s not noise, not merely musical soundscapery nor just anything rushing in to fill the 4/33 gap. My selections are operant, intuitive but their sense often only dawns on me later in the twilight when I become another kind of listener.
Mindful mindlessness comes to mind. Some mistakes and glitches remain to speak for the unknown necessities of being.All these pieces were performed from Sept 9 thru 15 upon various instruments with the shifting ground of the sound stem composed of field recordings tapped this July and August (including hydrophones and VLF radio) in Czech Republic, Hungary & Romania. Check the album titles for instrumental details.Schizophony, geophony, biophony, phonography in a laminal swirl, geothermal, lomographical, dragging geomagnetics (VLF and radio pulses) into the mess that organizes (composes) itself. I cannot perform anywhere but only draw the global signage of distances together (in this virtual here and now where you, the creative listener, exist also) to symbolize the taxis of a future interplanetary signalling cascade. If these words could actually mean or communicated what I’m trying to do with my work I would not need to execute this compression of files. So give it all a hearing, y’all.
It’s all-sense possibilia music but it’s phaneron computes what at first blush registers to sense and senses as not really existing there as such — it’s a nothingness, an anti-grammar– but, as it’s flight from reality takes off, it collapses into mirror shards of reflective capacitance and charges the atmosphere with curiosity. I’ve been working to make a Gaian polyspheric music for many years now. The orchestral players are everywhere and they always show up for rehearsals. “Sortie” in French: output, exit, outlet, release, outflow, outing. “Sept” because it’s September and the Latin root word for seven because there will be seven pieces upon completion of the cycle. I wanted, still want to, maybe call it “Sept Saties”, owing to the fact I was thinking whimsically of the composer, Erik Satie, these first days of Autumn, with the chestnuts and leaves beginning to detach.
Jeff Gburek
back in the crow’s nest
in Lazarus, Poznan”
