alGARhythm is about attempting to transcend the futility of an average existence by creating new musical metaphors and mediums. And I suppose, the same things that drives any man or woman to do any thing of worth or while. -For the experience, the journey, the knowledge, the challenge, for the purpose, the dignity, and for the enjoyment of doing it.. shorten that even.. for the “Joy” of it.
My music is also made as a defense mechanism against a hypocritical world. eYe formulate my w3rk as a Neo-Dada, Maximalist entity, fleeing the unmitigated mediocrity and slow death of the modern American idealist. By going inward while reflecting the out-world. Railing against dewey decimal sYsteMs of suburban ghetto culdesac cultures, calibrated by errant media outlets. Vultures perpetuating crooked life n’ land deals that house humanoid beings in a false utopia of dead end streets n’ storage unit dreams. Gone unclaimed. Sold off to to the highest bidder for the lowest common denominator.
So through the exploration my artfoRms… I’m escaping, leap-frogging, succeeding, or at the least.. ignoring the silent plague of cultural homogenization sweeping our lands. Still though, there’s that fine line there. To be in and amongst all that squandered hope, while still avoiding it’s pitfalls by regularly practicing the transcendental exploration of self-expression. -By way of coalesced, cohorted soundism. My tools with muzak are varied. -Organized, corralled, and corrupted pieces, of auditory impressions, notes, rolls, riffs, and magic measures. The instrumentation can be endless as well, but the motivation of the why and how one is making music to begin with, far outweighs “which instrument one uses”.
With my music there is possibility, especially with all the infinitely adjustable and combustible signals, flairs, flings, and wings to flap an unfurl. “Any which way the wind blows”. Perpetual undulation wriggling and vibrating into surrealistic .wav’s, in oceans of unknown languages and unspecified species leaping from the water to the air and back again. A nimble gesture captured in an instant. Thousands of of dots and particles built over thousands of days, nights, dabs, beads of sweat, heartbeats. The clarity and elation of artistic or universal revelation. The perfect circle. The simplicity an unconscious doodle. A single drip of paint on the tip of my shoe. The roar of the electrified tube amps and warm glowing circuits humming like pregnant birds of perpetual migration. And all of this makes me smile… and so I make music.. and so I make things sound the way they “could” be.
-> alGARhythm BaiLey on May 4th, 2010
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