Track list:
1 Natatorial Swings
2 The Languid Progency Of Low-Flying Birds
3 A Soupçon Of Self-Doubt In A Pannus Cloud
4 Superannuated Blinks Of A Otherwise Forgotten Pond
5 The Peregrine Birders Of Phantom Forests
6 Laggardly Filling In The Past
7 The Impotence Of Decelerated Self-Importance
8 Epigone Bygones

Release description:
Recorded in 2007 and 2008, Cursory Asperses was created with cassette tape recordings of water sounds from various rivers, streams, lakes, beaches, and pools, combined with direct to tape instrument recordings from synthesizers, an organ, cello, piano, and bowed instruments.

Instead of traditionally mixing these, at the time we were interested in
software, using free Mac OS Classic programs such as Audiosculpt and
Soundhack. Before we had a DAW, before VSTs, we used non-realtime
convolution processing through software, using the water recordings as an impulse for the instrument sounds. The instrument sounds were
“arranged” (by adding silence before, during, or after) in layered, visual
swathes, to create an audio interpretation of the movement of water and waves, slowly evolving and shifting, for a meditation on deep and focused listening. Opposed to passivity, where sounds become lost in distant tones and layers upon layers are misinterpreted as single, meaningless tones.

Or, it’s just as meaningless as the passing of water, the flow of rivers – the crashes of sparkling ocean waves, all those sounds that we recognize. The tones are unpolished, left in their fuzzy form, with the high noise crushed into the deep. Behind the swells, and under the depths is a longing, or a lack thereof. It’s passing by, no different than it was years before.

Track list:
1 Melancholy Movement
2 The Suggestion Of A Loss
3 Fog, At Least, Is Left
4 Kept It Near Me, Only Afterwards
5 Melancholy Movement II
6 Days Before The Change
7 The Rue Des Eglantiers As A Pillow
8 Melancholy Movement III
9 In The Intimate Hours
10 Directed By The Stars
11 After All Time
12 Precious Past Hours

Release description:

It was months ago, but it could have been weeks, days, or even hours since then. I stopped wanting to hear loops, I wanted to stop it. I added brass; trumpets, trombones, and more horns. I cut it out like words from a book, and sewed it back together. Burroughs. These movements are merely to stay alive, to stay moving.

You wake up from a truck horn passing in the early morning hours on the nearby freeway, or from a dream that you can’t tell was a nightmare or a loving memory.

Someone walks by on the street wearing the same perfume. I drew out each place, each scene, and put the story there. It might have been with you, or without you. All I know is that you were there somehow the whole time, even if you weren’t.

I saw rainbows from under the bridge by the river, and the sun shot up through the clouds of the golden hour. It didn’t help, and there was no one around. Your chest is even with your knees, and you’re sitting in the dirt. The sun keeps going down, and eventually you make your way home. It’s not very much the same as it was anymore. The horns are deafening, but after, the echoes let me see the way away.

The light keeps coming, and it keeps going. Songs of surroundings, the silent, the heartbeats, the tears. We’ve all had them, and we’ll never be rid of them.

All music and photography by Will Long, Recorded in April – May 2020.

Package description:
Monochrome printed, matte laminate and embossed sleeve, insert card