Three poems from Mistune
TOWN MIDI-RAIN (CLUB VOCAL MIX)
ever and ever anywhere, I feel into things
things I heard, hear
the coloratura of a single voice, re-rendered
a match scanning unaired rooms
skylight open at four
pale hum of billboards
remember the sound up and down, drawing in smoke
remember over the freeway, stroking from tip to base spattered hands.
Remember sloping road to grassed pavements where your ancestors are buried.
TETRA (SPACIO-TEMPORAL MIX)
FINAL CUT WITH TRUE FAITH (FEAT. Dr. TRANCE)
We landlocked town, we mills, we miles From the hallway
hidden as an eel in sedge.
the best mode for us.
Remember an almost-floodlight pylon.
The die-cut kitchen, paper all, square-scored, chipboard. Cheap. Listen.
Didn’t I show you luv perkapella for all you non-believers
Don’t know about you but I feel alright alright
House faze joy I’m leaving
grafting my hand from the dog
died of an overdose
Let no one put asunder
what it was like
Mistune is a project where the industrial decline of a city is registered polyvocally, tracing how a regional accent is lost, found, and lost again via certain methods, such as recalling the soundscape of 1990s dance music and the geography of a place that can never be restored, either for the individual or the community. Ultimately, anything remembered will be erratic and skewed by nostalgia, anger, and a fragmentation that becomes a layered score of words and sounds.