Stadiums & Shrines
Dreams with Yumi Zouma

 

Under the falling Alps, a drapery system

A1 – char 1 (drape/curtains) – shaken, caving from the weight of dusty constellations
B2 – char 2 (wax) – liquefying, a starry drool, down pillars, secrets
A3 – char 1 (drape/curtains) – being a ghost of the Alps, thrown back by the pull on a cord
B4 – char 2 (wax) – cooling into crystallized crags, hardened froth and rivers of ash
B5 – char 2 (wax) – casting forms for bells, or molds for vases, or visages
C6 – char 3 (wind) – pulling pressure from one quadrant to the next, across a valley
B7 – char 2 (wax) – clinging under a nail, after scraping a pillar in the dark
C8 – char 3 (wind) – gently deteriorating, glancing other passings in the halls of the heart
C9 – char 3 (wind) – rustling a cloth back from the dead, and making a vein dance
A10 – char 1 (drape/curtains) – being peeked through, parted slightly and looked past
C11 – char 3 (wind) – slamming a door as it exits, after entering through a window
A12 – char 1 (drape/curtains) – being drawn open
A13 – char 1 (drape/curtains) – being drawn closed

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Yumi Zouma is New Zealand’s Christie Simpson, Sam Perry, Charlie Ryder, and Josh Burgess. It is a true honor to collaborate with the Yumis, who usher us down ‘Grands Boulevards’ to the following news. Dreams is leaping to the physical world June 15th, 2018, thanks to our friends at Cascine. The double LP compilation and 20-page gatebook book are up for pre-order at Bandcamp and through the label’s site. Immense gratitude to every artist who’s dreamed with us since the start of this project, which will continue.

Art by Nathaniel Whitcomb
Words by Dave Sutton & Matthew Sage

Dreams with Daniel Klag

 

The land rustles outward…

A village/choir. Just as it was built. Singing full of celtic surf and gales. Whistles catching in the bellows and crags: geologic, monolithic embouchures eroded slightly off their perfect pitches. Stones carved to their climbing octaves, melodies transported up the face of the mountain.

A pressure system pulling currents through the doric gills of the hillside. Breathing a hill hymn full of breath and mist. As one vessel halts, another skiffs, a cycle, a harmonizing ensemble winnowed from the briny air. A cloud-shaped cypher.

The sea replies with sighs…

S shhhhh/shhhh. Shhh sh sh shh shhhh. Shhhhhh shhh sh shhhhh shhh shh shhhh. Shhhhhhh shhhhhh sh shh shhhhhh shh shhhh: shhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhh shhhhh shhhhhhh shh shhhh shhhhhh shhhhhh. Shhhhh shhhhh sh shhhh shhhhhhh shhhhhh, shhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhh sh shh shhh sh shh shhhhhhh.

S shhhhhhh shhhhh shhhhhh shhhhhhh shhhhhh shh shhhh shhhh sh shh shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhh s shhh shhh shhh sh shhhhh shh shhh. Sh shh shhhhh shhhh, shhhhhh shhhhh, s shhhh, s shhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhh shhhhhhh shhh shh shhhh shh. S shhhh-shhhhh shhhhh.

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Daniel Klag is a New York-based sound artist. His new tape, Devotional, arrives soon on Patient Sounds.

Dreams is an ongoing project where we ask our favorite artists to create a piece of music inspired by a handmade collage.

New Zealand

 

Lights coruscate as the fog emanates, informing the present. The centermost vent—time’s origin—a geyser as thick as the bellows at the froth of the falls, directs all. Past and future converse in the steam, bending in rivers, tipping clocks, sweeping about the trees.

Lives are a landscape across which banks of fog roll, revealing what is to come, concealing what’s elapsed.

Directly into the mist, she peers, throwing a lamp’s lit sneer. Two sets of eyes look back, one skips betwixt with a child’s giggle and fresh grass scents. The other glares back coarsely, framed by fine and furrowed lines of skin.

She holds a glacial gaze for perhaps another minute, or eight, or an epoch, fixed in the forecasting terrain events as they replay, a cascade.

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Kohwi is Berlin-based artist Cory Levinson. Currently he runs the label Ways Inner Pass, and is readying a release next Spring with friend and collaborator Miriam Simun.

Dreams is an ongoing project where we ask our favorite artists to create a piece of music inspired by a handmade collage.

Australia

 

The day of the sun — the only day fish can swim through the hydroelectric arches, and if timed perfectly, and executed with cunning and finesse, can leave the fish transformed. Pitched up the food chain. Scales replaced by hide, and gills for lowing lungs.

Peak fishing season though, as the schools, rustled, shimmer back from coral pastures, crossing the bays. One attempts the rite, quick as light and graceful fins. Yolks the falls, bells all jangling and ripples as it becomes reborn, a bovine wonder. Bullseye.

These men of lures in hip-waders throw lines, now lassoing into their wakes, tangling with horns and snarling their rods. They reel them in and pack their tackle and hitch their catch and creels. One holy head bellows a first and clumsy moo and scares the school back past the breaker.

One fisherman turns to the other fisherman, “I guess we’re cowboys now.”

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Saccharine is Montreal-based artists Katie Lee and Rafferty McMahan.

Dreams is an ongoing project where we ask our favorite artists to create a piece of music inspired by a handmade collage.