1 Experiences Of Insight And Untimeliness / Happening Too Soon, And Sooner Than Normal / Whistle, And Fade / Destinal Formlessness Of A Particular End / Missed Scene / Unrealized Excerpt / Missed Scene II / Warm Closure
2 A Perpetual Lack Of Fervor / Upwards, On Tenterhooks / Drop & Let / Memories / Hold Me Tight, But Remember I’m Not Really There / Time And Ebb
3 All At Once Is What Eternity Is
4 The Die That’s Caste
For George and Nina Benson
My friend, 103 years old, sat across the room from me, a small gas heater nearby, with photos of family and Martin Luther King, Jr., and we talked for a few hours in the late morning. I had brought him a plant a few years before, and planted it in the front yard, but it had died the winter before.
A carnival in Costa Mesa, California. Kids screaming on the rollercoasters, the sound of balloons popping, machinery spinning, with smells of beer and popcorn all over the ground.
In an airplane flying over Papeete, the safety and welcome announcement CD skipped at such a point that the voices became a looped choir, as the plane coasted in circles around the edges of beaches, and the stewardess ran in the tipping plane in heels to fix the CD.
We made a box of tape loops in the Malibu Motel, from strings and pianos, and an old reel to reel tape of Sinatra. From the top of the cliffs, the view was completely clear, and even in a completely black and starless night, nothing stirred.
A few stories, put together with no previous purpose, than having their own place and time. In being put together, something new is formed. This was the basis for I, Anatomy. There wasn’t any intention, it was just a diary. These things happened, and became the source material, finding their directions from what was before directionless, and become the whole. Going back to these moments and memories, I, Anatomy isn’t a story, it’s one hundred stories.
The original I, Anatomy also included the EPs All At Once Is What Eternity Is and The Die That’s Caste, now together in a single edition as they were originally intended, with artwork by Christoph Heemann.