Following the success of "Particular Streams Remixes 1" and "Particular Streams Remixes 2", Thomas wanted to go another round, and created an open call for remixes using only material from his "Particular Streams" release. These sounds were collected one summer in a low-rent South Side Saint Louis apartment. Thomas feels the sounds are very generative and evocative of living in that place at that time. He is very pleased with the remixes he received for this round and grateful to the artists who participated.
"The Music Of Poverty" Part 5-- Recently I have been sharing some of my sound works from my years as a bachelor at a South Saint Louis Apartment.
Over the weekend, I went back to those sounds, and created a new work. While older works emphasize depression, isolation, and dismal living conditions, for this new work I tried to add energy and movement,
One technique I used was to take metal banging sounds I had recorded and to use them as driving percussion elements. I also used more ambient sounds (like a grainy drone I recorded from a radio) by digitally processing them until they sounded more textured and attenuated.
"Discourse In Dust and Steel" is the old music from Brannon and Chippewa hyperdriven-- re-visited and re-purposed into something more active:
"Discourse In Dust And Steel" is a longform piece informed by samples from "Particular Streams" (sounds collected from my old apartment in South Saint Louis). These sounds have been processed and arranged, adding rhythm, energy and intentionality to the original sounds. Some of the flavor of the dusty old apartment remains, but it has been represented and revisited-- re-located near the expressway.
Friend and poet Matthew Freeman has composed a poem inspired by this piece, and here it is:
"Hubris" by Matthew Freeman
I was thinking of you when I was standing
in front of my building if only
you could get high from a rupture in
the paternal metaphor and speak about ripped
it was darkening and the lightning began
but I had to go to Shell to get my soda
and no warning from the gods could stop me and
I was just like Martin Luther saying
a prayer to St. Annie and I hurriedly
split through the charges and skipped
but when I came out
of Shell everything was different the
sky burst open and tore us apart and I ducked
into United Provision and the cashiers were laughing
and it was like metal it was like
I was wearing braces again and then I made
it to the doorway of Meshuggahs and Jennifer
offered me an umbrella and some warm tea
though there was no comfort for me and
you know I wasn’t homeless it was just water
coming in over my shoes my brown shoes black
and my wringing flooded shirt and SLU cap
the wind kept blowing and I could not see
as I rushed up Delmar and Diana
they are talking about you twenty years later
right when I was going to get in touch
with you right when I was going to ask you out
you can still feel reverberations I wonder
just how far I was thrown and what part of me
is electric and what sign says what I should do
but no big deal I got back and took a shower
and substituted this for you.