Postcard #1: Songs for the Apocalypse

by entertainment for the braindead

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An island.
A room to myself for seven days, far from everything, detached from motorized traffic, from city noises, from the entire world. The only sounds being the sea and its boats, horse carriages and birds in the heath.

I spend the days climbing over rocks and dry bones of sea gulls, collecting flint stones and shimmering shells of dead beetles, lost in thought about how they are all tiny traces of lived life, discarded and left there to dry and weather, just as a song is always a piece of slough, slipped off the moment it‘s written and left as a trace, a piece of the past being cast into some kind of graspable artefact.

But the instruments I brought remain silent for most of the time. While I had hoped that the peace of an island would give my wry mind enough space to unwind, instead it feels muffled and all that it spits out are fragments, loose thoughts and musical miniatures that I scatter across my apartment‘s floor like the flint stones and shells I brought home.
I‘m not really there. Not really anywhere at all.

Well, these are the few sounds I managed to harvest. A sense of absentmindedness. A peace. A yearning. The sea and the gulls.v

Hiddensee, August 2010

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released September 1, 2012

Everything: Julia Kotowski

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entertainment for the braindead Köln, Germany

Julia Kotowski, based in Berlin, weaves her sonic universe from shy song lines, small instruments and field recordings, carefully wraps them in paper cut-outs and serves them with home-made ginger cookies. And coffee.

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Track Name: The Dream
last night I had the same old dream again:
everything was coming to an end;
the trees were all trembling
and smoke filled the air
and you looked so frightened
but I didn't care

and when I did my last breath I still wondered
what they were making such a fuss about.
I heard thunder rolling and screams of despair
and all hell broke loose;
I still didn't care

and now that I'm awake again and breathing
and realize that all is still alive,
despite all this beauty, whatever I do,
I silently wish for that dream to come true