(Blade of) Carlstedt Motzer Torn
The Flowering Am
1 Ping
2 Les Feurs D’Ambonif
3 Assume No Mountain
David Torn - guitar, 'tronics, live looping
Tim Motzer - acoustic-electric guitars, electronics, looping
Jeremy Carlstedt - drums, turntable, op-1
Recorded at Areté in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, New York with additional recording at 1k, Philadelphia | Recorded by Tim Motzer | Mixed & mastered by David Torn at Cell Labs.
Cover paintings by Tim Motzer | Titles by David Torn | Montage stills courtesy of Jeremy Carlstedt | Art direction: tilomo | Package design: Jason Waggaman & tilomo | Liner notes: Sid Smith
Special thanks to Melinda Faylor.
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"ARE YOU READY? I'M ABOUT TO TURN ON..."
David Torn, Tim Motzer, and Jeremy Carlstedt are at the centre, sensitive to the myriad shifts in attention and focus, they become the medium through which a different world seeps into ours.
To play this music, to listen to this music, is to step into a unique time and place. It unlocks a door and opens out upon an experience that is bespoke and particular to each individual. It will not be heard or felt in the same
... way twice.
As the three musicians begin to play clock time and all of the everyday clutter of what’s about us and what we carry dissipates, dissolves, dilates, to become something it was not before.
The distinction of who follows or who leads is both moot and mute as three individuals bond to become one. With no words spoken or plans prepared, music materialises, a cautious, delicate process of arrival that is fragile but strong enough to create its own atmosphere.
For player and listener alike there is a crackle of anticipation that flutters within, sparking like a lit fuse, that feeling you get when you know that the music will be allowed to go anywhere it needs to go, without judgment.
In the ritual of the concert, all three musicians engage with a heightened awareness, sharp, alert to the music of possibilities wherein they simultaneously converge and commune with both the periphery and the centre.
We are all now passengers on a mercurial journey traversing the electric thrum wherein notes snap, collage, and spin through halos of cymbal and the fertile contours and furrows of drums.
Collectively, Torn, Motzer, and Carlstedt create a cinema of the interior in which the attentive listener is enclosed. Narratives twist back in on themselves in an instant, spiking into unseen spaces. Their soundtrack is as loud as mountain thunder, as quick as a precious thought through thin air.
In the flux of their immediate chemistry, they ascend crescendos and dive deep into space, their bright harmonies scurrying towards silence, receding points left to dimly smoulder in the haze, a memory of stars.
And in the aftermath of it all, of these three short pieces, we are changed. We have returned from somewhere we've not ever been to before. How do you classify this experience? How do you classify this music? Jazz? Free improvisation? Spontaneous composition? Perhaps just call it what it is: honest music straight out of the air, straight from the heart.
And nothing is as it was before.
Sid Smith
Whitley Bay February 2023 more