Christian Molenaar

Category: Music

  • Driving the Seven

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    Today is Tall Can’s birthday. (Don’t ask how old he is. He doesn’t know.) Read more

  • The Idea of Anything to Be Done

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    The Idea of Anything to Be Done, a two-part solo guitar improvisation consisting of “Myself Creating What I Saw” and “Let No Name Ever Pass Our Lips,” is out today. Read more

  • Laughlin Cantate

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    As keen readers of this blog would know (if there were any), this time last year Lucas and I drove out to Laughlin to visit his dad and do some work in Bullhead City, with digressions into Chino, Joshua Tree, Twentynine Palms, Oatman and basically anything else planted on the long stretch of the 10… Read more

  • Near Death

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    Joe’s new single “Near Death,” featuring a video I made for him, is out now. Read more

  • Dogs

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    I’m putting out new music under my own name for the first time in three years today. Read more

  • Harbinger Winds

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    The latest Gridfailure and Megalophobe collaboration, Harbinger Winds, is out today through the estimable Nefarious Industries. I played organ on the massive closing track alongside Mac Gollehon (Duran Duran/Chaka Khan/Buddy Rich/David Bowie/Blondie/Onyx), Leila Abdul-Rauf (Vastum/Ionophore), Sally Gates (Titan To Tachyons/Orbweaver), Morgan Evans (Walking Bombs), Matt Bacon, Rosa Henriquez, Rob Levitt, and Denise Fillion. Read more

  • Harsh Metal

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    The new Crowhurst album Harsh Metal is available now. Read more

  • Occultation

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    The new Caulbearer album Occultation, to which I contributed alto sax throughout, is now available through Fusty Cunt. Read more

  • Sardines

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    Things have been quiet around these parts recently but hopefully that’s all about to change. Read more

  • Those Darn Gnomes/Potion

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    The new Those Darn Gnomes/Potion split is out on cassette and digital today. Read more

Thought:

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When the starry sky, a vista of open seas or a stained glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things that I see, hear, or think. The “sublime” object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be. As soon as I perceive it, as soon as I name it, the sublime triggers — it has always already triggered — a spree of perceptions and words that expands memory boundlessly. I then forget the point of departure and find myself removed to a secondary universe, set off from the one where “I” am — delight and loss. Not at all short of but always with and through perception and words, the sublime is a something added that expands us, overstrains us, and causes us to be both here, as dejects, and there, as others and sparkling. A divergence, an impossible bounding. Everything missed, joy — fascination.

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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

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