Bradford Bailey – Untitled Collage, 2007.

 

I’m writing from a future, just ahead of most.

It’s a present, already the past.

More than a month into a life lived at a distance, experience and sensation are nesting dolls, each figure in conflict with inevitable unknowns.

A terrifying drama of cataclysmic scale, experienced in stasis, screened by windows and walls.

It’s quiet out there.

The being of humanity – greased by equal measures of cognizance and denial – has slipped its chains.

Fear gives way to malaise. Days blend. Words, so recently restless, have lost their pertinence and power.

Separated, the plot disappears.

Four weeks in a fog of fleeting memories. An eerily familiar image of PTSD.

It’s thickening.

The last remaining markers are etched in sound.

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The third volume of A Power Stronger Than Itself: Sounds For Communal Isolation. May it offer some structure, escape, or solace during these long days.

Bradford Bailey

 

A Power Stronger Than Itself: Sounds For Communal Isolation. Vol. Three

Ray Lynch – The Oh Of Pleasure
Angklung Wege – Das Vesprechen
Peter Davison – Morning Meditation
Hans Otte – Book of Sounds Part 1
John Hassell – Blue Nile
Dariush Dolat-Shahi – Sama
Midori Takada – Crossing
Tibor Szemzo – Snapshot From The Island
Ariel Kalma – What Would You Say
Dino Del Monte Nahor – Agua