LOST GROUND

Seems like all the shifts are towards depersonalized and dissipated energies under the guise of convenience and immediacy. I'm guilty of falling for these things and am often too lazy to work against them. Fighting towards some semblance of organization and refinement remains a primary goal.

Some various shards.

The photography of Lina Scheynius jumped out at me as being genuinely atmospheric and less disposable than most comparable imagery, especially when some pieces seem to be working within the potentially restricting fashion industry, I'm thinking in regards to expectations and clarity.








I'm progressing through my physical copies of the Studio 1 12" series. I have all but Rosa, and technically the Keep On Rockin 12". I'm annoyed by a few of them with skips that seem to vary between pressing flaws and frequency induced jumps combined with my perhaps damaged or worn needle. Of course due to the FUCKED nature of the internet, data presentation, and the google RAPE machine, upon which I am clearly running this dumb blog, it's impossible to find any discussion of potential pressing-flaw or playback issues online due to worthless result clogging. So instead of being able to ask an informed forum (not that I'd actually want to deal with a forum) or find an answer on already tread ground, I'll just type at my corner, and remain annoyed.

Gold and Hellblau are so messed up, I'm just gonna return them to the store and hope to find copies that play. I'm 99 percent sure these are weird pressing flaws. So I guess I'm 4 from a set. As much as I love Wolfgang Voigt, so many of these permutational exercises have so few plays in them.

I'm obsessed with Amanda Lear. Everything about her is awesome. The limited vocal range, style over substance, dated atmospheres and aesthetics, crazy eyes, creepy teeth... just perfect.



I love how everything is slightly sedate, the barely conscious dancers with their great outfits.

And here, tacky trash-pop faux Fellini world...



I'll have to track down original VHS and wax of everything, it's doubtful CD will be around anymore when any theoretical resurgence of interest in her could take place.

The artist Edolo Masci is a new one for me, some of his stuff is really nice. Here are some examples, a nice warmth and stillness, more like moments of reflection.



Marinella (1988)



Il Merlo (1986)



Il Mare (1980-1985)



Verdeombra (1990)



Casa Rossa (1980)



Tenerezza N.2 (1977)

I've never seen any of these in person, or even decently printed outside of maybe a few in magazines. I like them in a reduced and crunched state, so I look forward to at least tracking down a book. Plenty more super naked babes and houses where those came from.

I'm always shocked by what is and isn't hip and what is and isn't kept in print. Right now there are mountains of easily available and needlessly-plentifully created and produced fake Death In June worship bands, fake Broken Flag worship units, fake Tangerine Dream worship collectives, and fake 90's Death Metal cults going on, and unpretentious and awesome stuff like Mystic Force languishes in unavailability. Now isn't the time of dreamy 90's trance music being hip? Too close for comfort, though all other 90's is nostalgia fertilizer.




I find this kind of... "authentic", a big assumption on my part, wide eyed trance techno stuff more invigorating and rewarding than a bunch of mis-articulations of downloaded half impressions of actual lifestyles, as awesomely Gibsonian as that sounds like it should be.