NAKED
▼ SIBLING IB: MINDFULNESS from "Naked On The Bleachers" CD IB (IBCD 002) (UK)
MIXES
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (GHOST MIX) from "Bleachers In Dub"
CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK)
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (EASTERN MIX #2) from "Bleachers In
Dub" CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK)
▼ SIBLING IB + GUS GHOST: MINDFULNESS (IB's KEYHOLE INTERVENTION MIX #3)
from "Bleachers In Dub" CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
iUPDATEi
▼ SIBLING IB + NØ: MINDFULNESS (IB's DEGENERATE MIX • SLAPSHØT EDIT) from
"Bleachers In Dub" CD IB (IBCD 001) (UK) 2018
6 comments:
I've loved this poem since you first published it back in 2015. I went back & re-read it. I'm still the only one who commented. Here's
MINDFULNESS (IB's DEGENERATE mix Slapshot edit)
https://mega.nz/#!GoEASa7B!oInZia4v_pXoI9LcwFqkkjWoTfvz_lOipr3mD_daeJg
Were it not for your encouragement, I might have stopped with the poetry a long time ago. As it is, this one is earmarked for inclusion at the reading next week. I'll let you know if it solicits more than polite applause. Or none at all.
Thank you for your continuing collaboration with these mixes. I am always eager to hear where you have taken things. As for these naked recitations. As I mentioned to you earlier, frankly I am sick to the back teeth at the sound of my own voice.
so it's embarrassing to admit this but I was such an unqualified paranoid
"man with computer" that I missed a lot of cool stuff like this poem, which I acknowledge as a genuine work of art. I was afraid the digital demons would git me so I passed on opening files I didn't recognize or understand.
Twice in my digital career I have been fucked by the blue screen of death. I am cured now. I have pushed my ass out of the envelope and now go where I want. So ,shit,Ian.....I have missed a lot of cool shit. But there is more on the horizon and I will forge on and ....anyway, How are you man? I really like that one. Nice and really weird and interesting. I'm going to listen to it again...
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Well, man. Paranoia is not to be sniffed at. It rides my back constantly, too, twitching at my fingers so that they reel like divining rods.
I've been screwed over too by that blue screen of death. Once it just switched to black, and that was all she wrote. On reflection, I think I mearely burned out the motherboard through driving the bitch too hard, but it nagged at me that I had perhaps wandered deep into enemy territory and tripped a wire.
Not so convinced that you have missed so much cool shit - let alone art - but I am happy to hear that you have overcome any misgivings about opening ambiguous files. And more than glad that my experimental leakings into a microphone have provoked such a tip of the hat.
Who knows where I go from here ? I would dearly like to orchestrate some nocturnal recitations under the influence of Peyote, before I lose all my teeth, but the logistics of it are too demanding.
"Nice and really weird and interesting" is one hell of a compliment.
I didn't mean to ruin it for you.
Ruin what ? You didn't spoil anything.
Everything is entirely copacetic.
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