Ingrid Laubrock & Tom Rainey's "Utter"

I wrote about this album and duo in a much different way for the Chicago Reader. You can read that here.

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tender timid wisps of human noises

rustling underneath creating bushes and shrubberies

singing grows out of it

walking through the woods as individuals

calling out to each other and intersecting paths at points

the switch

a space

throwing paint of sound on the walls reveals the shape of a physical room

just as round as a wind

melting in an instant into music in the other room

resonant thwacks and thwumps become each other

sonorous eating

now we have low whales forever

now we have deep sounds like full cereal

watch as it transforms

do you hear that?

do you?

like a magic trick, with hints of color residue after it becomes something else

a synthesized ping

warm friends

squeaked grooves

the tails of notes reaching out

in the jingle jangle sleepwaking

as one

how to build a structure

that repeats

you can lean on it

you can feel it

a place for ears to walk across

when will it change

familiarity lingers in my ears

a constellation’s lines across the earth and in the sky

easy to look at the stars which is why the between must not be overlooked

flutter’s wings

learn from sounds you may not understand

learn from sounds you think you do understand, but, in fact, do not

metallic clasps

form shapes

of places

i’ve been

to. giants 

in the

distance. a

march and

i’m back

on my

field from

half a

decade ago.

i am

at peace

with that.

following eyes darting around squirming around

quiet erupts into burned energy curling

curl you

into crocheted liquid reds and oranges, plastic

quiet erupts into burned energy curling

curl you

into crocheted liquid reds and oranges, plastic

calms and softens when it is over.