12/11/2024

astral proclamation of the new age with skilled devices: the musical theology of bobby "frank" brown


"many are grateful for artificial death, that’s what the “new age” is, the precondition to men seeking death and not finding it”  

-  @creationistf on [X]

"the syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. and if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish."

- terence mckenna


the new age movement of the seventies brought along with it's many loosely structured philosophical systems, the contemporary sensibilities of hippie culture from the preceding decade. the acoustic and barebones tonality of folk music combined with the psychedelic spirituality of the new age era saw at its crossover one of the strangest and most intriguing musicians of the period, bobby "frank" brown. describing his vocal range as spanning six octaves [self proclaimed as the widest range to ever be recorded] and building over fifty handmade instruments all retrofitted into a singular apparatus, the "universal one man orchestra" published his theosophy not in tomes or pamphlets, but a ten track record. released in 1972, "the enlightening beam of axonda" is one of the most fascinating concept albums i have ever come across, with it's lush and peculiar songwriting aided by bobby's novel self constructed instruments, the album [as he describes it] embodies the "primitive, contemporary, and futuristic". flutes, drum machines, oscillators, synthesizers, bells, guitars, sitars, drone instruments and harps populate the album, a statement in fact of how absurdly talented he was as a solo performer and innovator [he also claims to have designed his own portable synthesizer two years before the minimoog was released].

cover art for the enlightening beam of axonda

in bobby's own words, the album sets out to be “an original contribution to the field of religion & science-based on physics-not yet discovered by other humanoids. more revolutionary than einstein’s revelations of newtonian physics – the application of this physics will perhaps [in fact] lead to the most significant change in the history of humanity (plus, total religious unity)". the scale and ambition of the album is on full display in its narrative structure, with commentary on the experiences of a character called johnny [who i assume to bobby himself] and his journey from ignorance to enlightenment, filled with extensive travel, meditative inquiry, contact with extraterrestrials, exotic metaphysics, and a final prophecy for the future of our world [topics that on the surface resemble those found in magma's albums and their mythology of kobaïans, with more distinct spiritual themes]

bobby "frank" brown in Japan

deciphering the lyrics that bobby himself performs in grandiose style proved to be a huge difficulty, owing to the unorthodox cadence of his delivery. with no lyrics officially available, i have done my best to grab onto whatever i could discern from the songs, and piece them together with the moments of clear narration and exposition sprinkled throughout the album.

the first two songs on the album, "i must be born" and "my hawaiian home" take us through johnny's journey from a state of universal oneness to forgetting his own essence, and as a result being born into the world [literally].

forgetting heavens infinitely blissful vision of oneness, johnny was born.

the notion of individuality and the ego [i] arising from ignorance is a commonly shared one in non-dual philosophies in asia [enlightenment in paths like advaita vedanta entails the shedding of this ignorance of one's true nature, and by this reuniting with the one true essence of all that exists]. the second song then transforms into a love letter for the islands of hawaii, with johnny proclaiming his fondness for the waves, the scent of the air, the fruits and flowers. to just breathe the air at home for him was nothing short of ecstasy. however, even with all the beauty and attachment he reserves for his island home, johnny had a calling from beyond the shores.

upon graduating from high school, johnny had the intense desire to work his way around the world, and although going to leave his island home, and his girlfriend bran, he felt he had to go.

the third song "mama knows boys a rambler" goes into his experience of traveling from his home through canada and then eventually arriving at new orleans, lamenting about how much he misses his girlfriend, and although he reassures her that he longs for her company even now, he must travel and see the world.

bobby "frank" brown during his travels through canada

the traveling that johnny did caused him to do a great deal of soul searching, he often thought about the purpose and true meaning of life, by the time he reached new orleans, he was very very interested in what the many different religious preachers had to say, but he'd try to learn from all of them, here comes one now.

the next song titled "mambo che chay" details his run-ins with spiritual people from all walks of life. their words of wisdom and methods for freedom piqued johnny's curiosity. this period was one filled with merry dancing and music with colleagues and strangers alike, all brought together by their common search for meaning in a world that seemed to make less sense by the decade. johnny never could subscribe to one path, for he found much value in the words and teachings of almost everyone he came across. how could he close himself off to truths he saw as real, yet veiled to others by virtue of their adherence to a path and not through self discovery? this struggle for coherence in a fractured setting of spiritual teachings compelled johnny to find his own answers, and so he went into the forest in solitude.

johnny felt there was truth to be found in every spiritual message, he saw how often the followers of jesus, buddha and krishna and many others refused to accept any truth other than that written by their particular leader, and although johnny could see that it was mainly due to their egos quest for immortality, he thought if all religions of the world would ever come together, the question bothered him so much, he decided to leave new orleans and go deep in the forest and see if he could find the answer.

the fifth track titled "oneness with the forest" describes johnny's encounter with god [of the spinozist type], describing his communion with the divine as a sweet calling, reminded of what he had forgotten, and so in realization was treated to with joy and comfort. he sees himself in his surroundings, and much of the world within him. "i can feel you" he affirms to the paradise that surrounded and comprised him.

image used for illustrative purposes, art by vito vitulli

forgetting about his own self centered thoughts , johnny became so in tune with the forest that he could feel its very pulse, and this gave him an amazing sight, he could see the plant life and trees breathing, and even the rocks, and yes even all of the atoms of everything moving, choosing, conscious, definitely alive and viewing life in their own particular way. and johnny was enraptured in pure compassion as he listened to the wind sing of its lust for life and its fear of death.

the track "tiny wind of shanol" further narrates johnny's enlightenment, describing it as life slowing down yet more alive than ever before, he then mulls over his complete return to this absolute essence in death, describing himself as a feather in the flock, finally gathering on the wings of god. he must reject such a fate for now, and although separated, he now has the eyes of the celestial, one that sees the undeniable truth of oneness in all that exists as he sings in gratitude "her eyes, her eyes, her eyes, they are mine". his newfound goal of gifting these eyes of truth to every conscious being manifested in the idea that in the field of space that occupied the gaps between the smallest of subatomic particles would lie the key to extending this knowledge to all of humanity.

as johnny witnessed the tiny wind discovering the vision of the all-perfect, unchanging truth, he thought of how all life forms could experience his bliss, but they were not limited by the sights and thoughts of their physical form, and now johnny knowing that all forms of matter are both alive and conscious realized that there was everything so close to the truth, but were so far away. then he thought of something that would change all of that, the "unifying area", that place that defies time and space, smaller than the smallest piece of matter in the atom, but in every atom and everywhere in the entire universe at the same instant, and his recognition in use will be mankind's greatest discovery, the key to the future and present.

image used for illustrative purposes, orion's arm

the seventh track titled "bray" sees johnny invite us to follow him through the chambers of the atom, like entering a cave system full of wonders and treasures. he urges us to go deeper and deeper into the smallest constituents of matter till we reach a point where the concepts of time and space simply dissolve. a doorway into the omnipresent and all pervading field he names "bray" [the heart of matter]

we must move on. much much smaller than the atom, to the very threshold of time and space, it is here we will find bray.

the eighth track "axonda" lays out the prophecy revealed to johnny through his discovery of the inner chasms of the material, describing a channeling of the unifying property [bray] that fills all of existence with the aid of an instrument. a device that would completely reshape our understanding of individuality, our connection to all that surrounds us, and our very barriers that define the self. an enlightening beam shone upon all on the planet, one that transcends all those bathed in it beyond the limitations of our three dimensions that govern and delimit our understanding of the universe. 

image from the music video for "i must be born"

upon realizing the nature of bray, the true identity of oneness was unmasked, johnny could see clearly how the earthlings evolving consciousness and their scientific pursuits would soon lead to the building of devices and machines that allow communication without the barriers of time and space, and give all forms of life the vision of the fourth dimension, and a closer hint of guardianship, yes the coming savior, the enlightening beam of axonda.

johnny sings with joy about our mechanic savior, one whose very current will set us free from the confines of ego, attachment, and sorrow. "come on come on axonda, take me from this shivering dream".

"but i don’t want to go among mad people," alice remarked. "oh, you can’t help that," said the cat: "we’re all mad here. i’m mad. you’re mad." "how do you know i’m mad?" said alice. "you must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.” 

- lewis carroll

the next song "going on through"  takes a slightly unexpected turn. johnny now describes his ability to contact extraterrestrial beings through his communion with bray. this connection to this universal field allows him to transcend any barriers of understanding or cognition between himself and those in outer space. foreseeing a pragmatic outcome of this new medium of communication and understanding, he predicts the aid of those beings far more advanced, helping and guiding mankind into a higher form of civilization. 

"from heaven to earth" by vito vitulli

yes with johnny's new vision he could see how the beam of energy sent out by the machine axonda could truly be a savior for the inhabitants of earth, for it would bring on many changes that would eventually lead to total god consciousness. the first of these changes would come directly from the beam as it goes through the area of bray of all things connecting them instantly, continuously, and consciously. it reminds each lifeforms of its oneness with all others on earth thus bringing on a state of worldwide enlightenment. and this state will obviously bring the people, countries, and religions of the world into compassionate unity. but there is much much more, for it will lead to communication with animals and plants, and yes every form of matter on earth. and this revolutionary new physics, this understanding of bray would lead to communication with beings in outer space instantly, and not involving language barriers or light years even if the beings were several galaxies away. and Johnny also realized that when we begin communicating with beings much more advanced than ourselves, they will lead us in our development and distill another dimension, taking on a new form, the form of immortal light.

the second half of the album can't but help but remind me of eugenio siragusa's story of communicating with extraterrestrials invested in the spiritual awakening and progress of humanity, and stressed teachings of environmental conservation, world peace, and enlightenment . his first encounter was quite literally him being hit by a beam of light from an alien saucer, an incident which would forever change his life, culminating in a life long effort to spread their message to create the conditions of a global awakening. johnny and siragusa both talk about obtaining knowledge of a divine physics that science is yet to confirm [both bobby and siragusa claim their prophecies have come true with recent advances and discoveries in quantum physics]. the resemblance is quite uncanny.

1. the electrostration of eugenio siragusa(left)  2. a photograph of eugenio siragusa next to a portrait of an alien (right)

"at a certain moment i saw how from the lower part of this luminous globe came out a floating ray of light, blue and emerald green, it had various colors, like the rainbow  and was directed to a place. i didn't think that precisely this ray should penetrate me and when it penetrated me, because this ray penetrated me, i felt very happy, very happy. i got up and then i saw that this object made a huge systole and a diastole and projected itself into the horizon in an instant and shortly after it disappeared..  since then i'm not what i was before.”  

- eugenio siragusa

axonda is a saucer, and the enlightening beam is one of colorful lights, that once bathed in reveals hidden knowledge and expands our consciousness. in fact, both of their descriptions of our "cosmic brothers" intents are very similar, aimed towards helping us as a species grow both spiritually and technologically. bobby's axonda is one of our own making in the future, siragusa's revolutionary device is a chariot of the gods.

the album ends with the tenth track "preparation dimension of heaven"

since johnny had been realizing all of these things so completely, the essence of his very being was actually transported through the enlightening dimension of axonda's reign on earth into the next, that of becoming immortal light. and after traveling through the universe, enjoying companionship with many inhabitants, he decided he was ready to go on to the dimension of preparation, where all things to ever exist come to prepare, to give up all thoughts of self, and enter into the next and final supreme dimension, yes, to completely merge into the total union with god himself. this preparation dimension is known as heaven.

marking the end of johnny's journey, he now feels he's ready to fall into the embrace of god. finally returning to his true essence, to the heaven he was in before he was even born. "when we finally reach the gates of heaven, but now we know just who we are, we feel the bliss of all creation, immortal travelers to any star, for now we know, and i can feel the joy of leaving, my spirits soars you know its real, and we've been through all the changes, as a man again I'll gladly be" sings johnny, now free and true to his own nature, and self assured that even if he were to be born again, he would gladly be, for this gnosis is one that can never be shed, and so forever is he bestowed with the eyes that see what really is.

image from the music video for "my hawaiian home"

johnny knew he had all the things to eventually make his preparation and totally merge into the all perfect loving god, but first he wanted to go back to the earth and complete his life as a man, and even though he had some thoughts of doing good works to help the condition of the world, he knew of its perfect and totally blissful future. and yes, he even knew that the present was totally perfect and the way it should be. and so he came, filled with love for the world, the way it is now.

for all of its weird and borderline outsider moments, this is a beautiful record in every single way. with bobby's breathtaking vocals guiding you as he walks through his vision of utopia and interstellar peace is unique and undeniably singular in both its scope and execution, there is nothing quite like it anywhere else. the use of sitars, harps, flutes, and other instruments fit so well here, a reflection of the strangeness of the story [or prophecy] the album tries to convey. and for all the aversion to new age aesthetics and philosophy today, the album works like a time machine back to the strange seventies. a string of ideas and musical influences that are held together by immaculate solo musicianship, the enlightening beam of axonda stands tall in solitude as a work like no other, a courageous, intriguing, and bizarre listen that repeatedly invites you to explore the strange worlds and ideas that bobby "frank" brown downloaded into his mind upon satori.

12/02/2024

12 harmonious dirge's for an imaginary axolotl: an out of depth reading of the residents' "animal lover"

"if a lion could talk, we would not understand him." but that begs the question: if a lion could talk, we probably could understand him. he just would not be a lion any more; or rather, his mind would no longer be a lion's mind. 

- ludwig wittgenstein

for a band like the residents that revels in the weird and avant-garde, subjects relating war, cruelty, decadence, and the inexplicable dread of breaking away from reality seem like an odd fit for the satirical approach the group takes with a lot of their work [although they have made a flurry of albums dealing with serious subject matter]. animal lover however is a deeply emotional, confusing and frightening album that sees the residents [in my opinion] at their most conceptual and lucid in both lyricism and songwriting. released in the aftermath of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, the residents offer a sort of self reflection through many narratives that explore the destructive impulses of society, consequences of deranged environments, and the utter confusion about our own actions when looked at from afar, the latter accomplished by an accompanying perspective from the animals that witness the stories in the album. the physical release of the album has with it a booklet containing the side of the stories narrated by the animals as observers, an essential guide while listening to the album.

it wouldn't be a residents album if it had completely intelligible lyrics that perfectly fit into an overarching theme [assuming they intended a solid concept to begin with]. but the ambiguity of their messages and the occasional ludicrousy is what makes this album a gold mine for individual interpretations of intent, but just enough to the point that they don't stray away from the central set of motifs spearheading the album.  ḑ̴̞̅e̸̼͑t̷͔̫̓͑à̷̗̂c̵͕̳̈́̋h̸̬͌̓͜m̸̟͇̔ẻ̷̢n̴̦̈́t̷̪͍́,̸̜͖͆ ̸̨̟̈́̊d̷̨̯͠é̸͍̫s̴̺͒͝e̵̬̲͋̊ñ̸͖s̵̨̛i̴̹̚ͅt̷̘͉̕i̷̞͝z̷̡̦̿͝a̶̺̔̎t̸͈̓̄i̴̢͍̇ö̶̜́̓ņ̶̄͝ͅ,̷̛̰ ̶̹͙͋d̵̞͗e̴͚̣̚p̴̙̝̓r̸̤̯͌̅ĕ̷̦͍́s̵͔̋̂ͅs̵̡̛͊ȉ̴̗͔̆o̵͚̬̚n̶͙̲̏,̸͈̑ ̴̖̈̂d̵̨̎͝é̵̱l̴͚͙͒u̶̡͓͒ś̵̝̠i̴̮͉͊ö̷͈͇́̆n̶͍̈́̌š̷̯͝,̴̘̬̈̒ ̷̢͖̿̿c̴̘̦͗̋o̸͚̝͒n̸̘̭͗̓s̷̳͆̈́u̷͎̺̍͑m̶̼̔̓e̴̛͂͜r̸͖̐̀í̴̼̈s̴̩̞͑m̷̨͓̀,̷̺͇̉ ̶̧̻͌͛ĉ̴̡r̷͕̽̔u̴̻̇̽e̵̮̙̋ļ̸̥͌t̵̫̱̅̈ỹ̵̡̘, nxt7ptx38584536780c15p631[':}{l:l:l"u)nne^!#@n678e36boo3

every song here is half the story in a way, even unintelligible without the animal's perspective to aid our understanding of a situation, and also give us an incomplete narrative as a result of the animals lack of understanding the human condition. in many ways one is even compelled to adopt the animals perspective of these events, either through the comfort their ignorance offers, or the humor in their interpretations of actions.

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

take for example the opening track titled "on the way (to oklahoma)" which talks about a man who having turned into a cat describes his love for a tiger named dolly. he purr's and walks, talks and thinks like any other beast, and is still kind enough to bring dolly a gift [a dog that he killed during his travel]. "his split became complete, reality had faded, his fantasy concrete" state the final lines of the song, suggesting a complete descent into psychotic delusions, transforming into something not-human. why or how did this happen? the album isn't really concerned with offering the listener answers in most of the songs, but rather leaves them open ended for our own minds to fill in the gaps the way we see fit, and focuses more on a radical shift in perspective through a non-human lens. what is the tigers perspective on all that transpires? dolly the tiger recounts that the man was obsessed with her, visiting her cage in the zoo every other day of the week, and that one day at night she sees him approach her with a lump of dog meat he had brought, presumably as a gift for her right before he was caught and taken away by the authorities. 

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

the fourth song on the album titled "two lips" takes place during the tulip mania of the netherlands , a period during which tulip bulbs were priced as high as actual houses. "we will buy or we will die" says the narrator, possessed by the strongest of consumerist spirits and craze of accumulation, and tragically culminating in the sale of his wife and children on the market. the witnessing animals in the song are a group of ants who have settled near the narrator's property, they knew only of the man and his wife and child who he was proud of, and would notice the constant  presence of parties and gatherings at the house. but as time passed by for the ants they noticed the house was no longer lively, with only the man residing in the empty husk spending his time obsessing over his prized tulips. the puzzled ants thought they tulips were just okay looking and never understood why the man was obsessed, they eventually had to leave the scene to go back and feed their colony.

the destructive effects of consumer culture and excessive materialistic attachment take center stage, reaching a point where the narrator trades his humanity for a commodity. listen to the adverts enough and over time the monocle wearing snail in our ear tells us we want this, with the ghost of objective value turning the unquantifiable into a question of trade, everything becomes a number, and all relations a result of simple arithmetic.

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

perhaps the most uncomfortable track on the album is the second song titled "olive and gray" which describes the narrator seeing a stranger indecently exposing themselves and subsequently being stoned to death. the narrator recalls this experience of being violated, one that so warped his own perception of his genitalia leading him to describe it as olive and grey. in retaliation the narrator calls for and brings about the lynching of the stranger. the animal witness to the violence that ensued [a stray dog] was a victim himself of ridicule and physical violence from people. however, on that day, the dog was pulled in by the rushing crowd which surrounded the confrontation. the dog clueless about what was happening barks out of sympathy and worry when the cornered man is stoned, perhaps a reaction to the same throwing of stones the dog experienced from the very people on the street, unaware of the gravity of the crime the man had committed. [trauma bonding gone horribly astray]

"incipit kant: we are not amphibians, but belong upon solid earth. let us renounce all strange voyages. the age of desire is past. the new humanity i anticipate has no use for enigmatic horizons; it knows the ocean is madness and disease. let me still your ancient tremors, and replace them with dreams of an iron shore." reason in its legitimate function is a defense against the sea, which is also an inhibition of the terrestrial; retarding our tendency to waste painstakingly accumulated resources in futile expeditions, a 'barrier opposed to the expenditure of forces' [ii 332] as bataille describes it. it is a fortified boundary, sealing out everything uncertain, irresolvable, dissolvent, a sea-wall against the unknown, against death.

- nick land

the album partially moves away from the violent imagery populating the first few songs, and delves into themes of emotional loss, the unaccounted costs of war, the allure of cults, and the cold indifference of death in battle to high ideals of heroic sacrifice.

images used for illustrative purposes, orion's arm

track six titled "inner space" is about an estranged father-daughter relationship, with allusions to the aged veteran father's prior drug use and neglect of family. without time or the faculties to redeem himself he is left to die with the burden of his actions and inactions, given company only by his daughter who sits besides him silently for hours on end. the mouse who stayed inside the fathers room was treated with bacon by the daughter, he was puzzled as to why she'd visit him everyday? and was kind to him unlike other humans. she would sit by the bed of the old man and just hold his hand, no words exchanged, they wouldn't even look at each other, just keeping each other company in quietude. 

an often overlooked highlight of the album is the wonderful use of gamelan instrumentals in a lot of the tracks, a particularly great choice considering the strange, unsettling, and almost mystical of the sounds of gamelan music [consiting of various bells, gongs and percussion played in extremely unconventional tones, pitches and polyrhythms]. a perfect sonic catalyst for the atmosphere the lyrics bring about. 

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

the story of a broken soldier left to bear open wounds alone then transitions to the scene of a fallen army in the seventh track titled "dead men". describing the aftermath of a brutal battle, with corpses facing both towards the sky and facing down to the rocks. the song speaks of glory in battle [either as a voluntary impulse for a brilliant death or a manufactured purpose in the wake of being conscripted against their will] quashed by the view  of all their corpses looking the same, greeted by a familiar dark void as they let go their last breath. their meaningless deaths are juxtaposed with a hero, who is said to attain heaven, and whose death is never in vain. they need not explain themselves, their power dictates whats truth and what's not, the promise of power with victory. the lone owl that watches the ruin from above has read neither evola nor mishima, and offers a far more bleak and alternate opinion on the calamity, one that obviously is of no use to the wisdom of philosophers of war but makes for an interesting dichotomy on how singular the concepts of the hero and the heroic death is to our species. 

the choice of an owl being the animal watching from above is particularly interesting in the backdrop of the many associations owls have to death, war and ruin across cultures. the hotting that brings with it an air of desolation, the piercing eyes and nocturnal behavior, its silent flight,  a creature of the night associated with omens of war and calamity. our owl looks over dead bodies after the chaos beneath dies down, excited by the mice the corpses invite. by the time they try to swoop in the mice hide under the dead bodies, these dead men to the owl are not heroes but obstacles in the way of the owls dinner. 

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website 

the twelfth track titled "elmer's song" sees a choir of voices compelling us to shed our physical body while assuring us that god waits on the other side, and we need not dwell in doubt or fear. a lone voice then narrates his story, relating to their shared state of mind in a life surrounded by mediocrity and cruelty. the choir then proclaims that true love lies in rest, sleep, inaction, a state which they allude to is only fully attained in death. the lone voice then goes onto state that he was spoken to by a voice that said that he could finally be of relevance through surrender. the voice the narrator interprets as god says white people should remain in bed [a statement i would interpret holding racist connotations, one implying that only those fair in skin attain finality and liberation]. sleep is purified, sweet and sanctified, and we will give it to you. the animal concerned with this story is a chimpanzee owned by a follower of the above cult. the chimpanzee was separated from its mother at a very young age and though the white man showered it with every comfort nothing could ever compensate for his separation.

"[in the theatre of dissolution, thought loses traction]......disintegration of all ontological privileges. it is for this reason that even when we speak of 'acts of terrorism', which are instances of tellurian 'terror events, we cannot do so without reference to breakage, dismemberment, dissolution, incomprehension, stunning affectivity, and ultimately, to death. but, lurking behind our tellurian- specific explanations, what we are actually referring to is this breakdown and dissolution of patently tellurian ontological privileges, caused by seemingly abrupt interventions and of their scattering into the darkest recesses of a chasmic void of non-belonging-ness."  

- manabrata guha

back at home, the chimpanzee saw the loneliness that the both of them shared, with everything one could want there was an air of isolation and sadness around the man. maybe he too had lost something like the chimpanzee? cult nightmares, preying on weakness, proselytizing through means of shared experiences and miracles, to the suggestion of exclusivity to truth by virtue of being part of a certain group. this song is eery to the core, calmed only by the sparse and beautiful guitar that oscillates throughout the track's runtime.

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

[sidenote: this album contains some of the most clear production in the residents discography, not to mention the scale of arrangements in songs like "my window", juxtaposed with barebone instrumentals in songs like "monkey man" and "elmer's song". beautiful guitars, warped and disgusting vocals, angelic choirs, the album is as fractured as the characters within it, and it somehow works brilliantly]

the album now takes a weird and almost surreal turn with the next few tracks describing almost dream like and unreal situations that resemble the first song on the album, starting with the thirteenth track titled "monkey man". a woman is deeply infatuated with a mythical monkey man, one who rides on a horse. deified by the lady, she says if she could she'd have a special china stand besides her china ponies.

images used for illustrative purposes, orion's arm

she awaits him every morning, and recounts how he would smile from outside her window, and dances to entertain her whenever he could. she would await his return again tomorrow, she loves the monkey man.

the penultimate track "whispering boys" deals with the narrators schizophrenic experiences. the many voices proclaim themselves as sacred, and meet in the dead of night. the song follows a disturbing narration of the voices affirming their own reality through self mutilation and other unhinged acts that cement their presence in the narrator's waking state. the terror of inescapable presence(s) that walk besides in sleep and through the day, making themselves ever more apparent is one that weighs heavy on the listener.

the final track "burn my bones" documents the ghosts of war that have resided themselves deeply in the narrators unconscious, turning all they know into mud, where all experiences are decontextualized and far removed . the ghosts gnaw the insides of the narrator, not much is left at this point, this ghost is trying to free itself from the weight of the narrator pain, both antagonist and victim. the title of the track appears to be a plea for cremation, a practice some culture practice believing it to prevent ghosts from staying, with nothing to return to except ashes, they may not haunt others in the plane of the living.

the narrator tries asserting control, stating that he will eat them instead of them eating him, but towards the end cries for someone to burn him and spread his ashes, he has lost his inner battle.

images used for illustrative purposes, the residents website

the stone headed humanoids in the album art are probably symbolic of the inaccessibility of how our minds really work, and how incomprehensible the human condition can really be. we are all in some ways a black box of ideas trapped in meat suits, with the animals displayed in their original form, a possible allusion to their predictable and simple nature in contrast with ours. unsettling vocals, gamelan instrumentals, haunting atmospheres, and ambient meditations on the darkest dregs of society, the album stuns and disgusts in a way only a residents album could. a work of art that peers beyond the iron shores of reason, out of grasp to mind bound by its bars, perhaps the ingenuous alone can drag us back to safety [and delusion]. one of my favorite albums of all time precisely because tragedy has barely been conveyed this disturbingly and effectively in the medium of music, a genuine accomplishment and a highlight in the residents discography.

7/03/2024

james ferraro and the corporeality of "other" worlds: a retrospective breakdown of the jarvid 9 series


"things need to burn in order to be renewed. i think that's what makes it more intense: that yearly land is prevented from burning. i think there should be some artificial setting of fires." 

- james ferraro (interview with the wire, 2018)


cyborg lizards, pyramid cultures, xenocivilisational decline, a eulogy for the real—these are four descriptors that i feel perfectly encapsulate the motifs conveyed in james ferraro’s jarvid 9 series, a trilogy of double-sided albums that one can only describe as alien recordings through a nokia 8310 microphone, registering sounds from a tropical world at the other end of the universe, where enlightened ophidians function in non-linear time, living at the beginning of a new world, a second chance at a positive trajectory of life. the soundscapes present in these tapes are like artifacts brought back, courtesy of james, from the very abode of seraphim. 

the jarvid 9 series was dropped on april 12th, 2009 as three separate albums: jarvid 9: kava jar race, jarvid 9: gecko, and jarvid 9: flushpipe. there is no official order of listening since there has been no specified release time for each of the albums. released in cd-r format, the units contained an album tracklist written in an alien script along with descriptions.

jarvid 9: gecko
cover art for jarvid 9: gecko

gecko is the most fun listen in the series. with no place to rest, there is a constant air of stimulation filled with croaks and conversations accompanied by an atmosphere that would neatly describe what dense rainforests on pluto would sound like with all its non terrestrial flora and fauna. intricate arrangements and creative pacing and placement of relics throughout its runtime makes this the heart of the trilogy.

cover art for jarvid 9: kava jar race

kava jar race feels like a sort of middle point of ideas between gecko and flushpipe, with the same dizzying assault of alien atmospheres and sounds found on gecko along with the colder and more industrial sounds found on flushpipe. the second side of the album features one of the most meditative and beautiful ambient tracks ive ever heard at over thirty minutes long, with enough progression involving newer elements that seamlessly integrate into the lead loop.

cover art for jarvid 9: flushpipe

flushpipe is the desertification of the world that resided in gecko, with life still around albeit on a planet much more arid and dry, and populated by specters that perform in an orchestra solely comprised of jovian jew's harps. although not as lively as its two sibling tapes, flushpipe's soundscapes oozes an almost fading sense of vitality without losing any of its wonder and intrigue.

the three tapes are united by an almost tribal ambient aesthetic with lizard vocalizations, warped croaks, throat singing, drone music, and field recordings, all of which are condensed into something entirely extraterrestrial. with such variety, ferraro manages to craft some of the most cohesive and transportive soundscapes out there. every minute of music here feels like it channels a sort of intent and purpose, part of a greater grand narrative that ferraro is attempting to portray through these three tapes. i have always been intrigued by what the albums are about. what are they trying to tell me? surely a work of art this dense in detail and esotericism must mean something, or maybe the joke is that it doesn't. 

cover art for clear

with a lot of ferraro's recent output dealing with themes of ecocide and consumerism, i feel that the sequence of gecko, kava jar race, and then flush pipe makes perfect sense in the context of technological progress and the consequences of accompanying natural calamity, from the sound to even the album covers. gecko starts of as a lush world ruled by reptilians practicing a rudimentary form of culture. this then devolves into the world on the cover of kava jar, more barren and now occupied by primates who appear to have developed a more advanced culture as displayed in their more elaborate attire, accompanied by more pyramids in the backdrop. finally, in the world of flushpipe, we reach a proper desert world, populated now only by metallic relics and giger-esque biomechanical characters. [the pyramids move ever closer to the frame, probably alluding to an irreconcilable and inverse relationship between technological progress and the state of the natural world]...[the pyramids also appear in the album art for clear]

liner notes for the skaters' physicalities of the sensibilites of ingrediential stairways, a precursor to the approach of the albums that followed in 2009 including the jarvid 9 trilogy

one clue as to the headspace ferraro was in when making these albums comes in the description of his summer headrest series released in the same year. 

"the series is loosely based on visualizations that came to mind while receiving self induced hypocapnia or as it's commonly called ''free fall'' the albums being representatives of the free fall head space". 

- james ferraro

hypocapnia is a state of decreased CO2 content in the bloodstream, which in extreme cases can be fatal. usually accompanied by muscle pains and dizziness, the induced state of mind which ferraro describes as free fall (from which he sourced visualizations for these albums) seems to be one absolutely disconnected from normal experience. surreal and strange visions that ferraro no doubt used as an inspiration for his work around this time. this process of using experiences in atypical states of mind to draw inspiration for art is very reminiscent of salvador dali’s sleep technique, a self induced awakening during the n1 stage of sleep, where for a brief period of time one can experience the unbridled creativity of the subconscious, lending to the unreal dream like qualities of dalis paintings (an observation that is perfectly applicable to much of ferraro's vast body of work).

sketch of a conventional mason lodge floor (whose symbolism explained here)

ferraro's sustained obscurity throughout his career (especially with regard to his lo-fi era in the 2000's) has given us very few sources/interviews dealing with his music before the release of far side virtual. but with the available information that does exist online, i thought i'd breakdown my opinions on what this album is attempting to do. to begin with, the name jarvid 9 is most likely a play on the fictional device call jarvik 9, found in david foster wallace's infinite jest. the jarvik 9 is actually based on a real life device called the jarvik 7 (an artificial heart). this choice of name with an intentional misspelling leaves me with the impression that james intended this series to be a sort of vague reflection on post-human life, and how the artificial prolonging of our bodies affects our search for meaning and our perception of time and every day experience itself. 

liner notes for jarvid 9: gecko

another theory about the relevance of the periods and the concept of the cyclical nature of time recently occurred to me after reading the descriptor behind the disc of kava jar race: "jarva jarva headplug in; finger prints plug into headstream of déjà vu through the desert sands of jarvid 9 into time tracks of red earth download memory of fossils underneath the desert sands of jarvid 9". deja vu, time tracks, memory of fossils...i think the pyramids also allude to the fact that the story that unfolds across the three albums is not unique, it has happened before, with the pyramids as relics of the rise and decline of such civilizations in the past. the planet, like the fictional device it's named after gives us second chances. but all civilizations suffer from a serious case of historical amnesia. like the fossils before them, the morals and lessons learnt by our predecessors are also buried under the ground alongside them. the cycle will continue, the pyramids but mere relics of a forgotten lesson. but we need not worry for jarvid 9 will give us a second chance cause she loves us so [and to love is to forget].

liner notes for jarvid 9: kava jar race

what does it mean to be finite? what would it be to live without time? how would an eternity without decay feel like? however, like all of ferraro's albums, there never is one solid message. rather, they are accompanied by an array of varying themes that are loosely tied together by a unifying idea, constantly shuffling through and bouncing off of each other, which leaves the listener with an overarching idea of what a combination of all that has been conveyed would look like. 

liner notes for jarvid 9: flushpipe

the album art on all 3 disks is... strange (a common adjective you will come across when describing pretty much anything ferraro comes into contact with). collage's containing pyramids in the distant background present in each of them, we notice characters wearing masks of a hominid resemblance, strange robes, and uncanny artifacts. i was unsuccessful when looking for a source for all of these pictures; with an almost photorealistic quality apparent in them, i had deliberated on whether these were stills from some obscure piece of lost media. but one clue i unearthed in my search was when i came across the cover art for juri linas book on freemasonry titled "the architects of deception" (published in 2004) and its striking similarity to the album art in genie head gas in the tower of dreams (jesters midnight toys), an album ferraro released in early 2009. both illustrations feature checkered tiled floors, masked figures that look like jesters, and an overtly surreal background containing odd combinations of objects, textures, and characters. 


going through the freemasonic art archives online, some of the inspirations seemed pretty blunt. although there weren't any mask-wearing figures in the image of the ones present in the jarvid artwork, the underscoring of distant pyramids, vaults, and similarly strange combinations of objects has convinced me that ferraro was definitely aware of freemason aesthetics during the creation of the albums, and it would not be farfetched to assume he incorporated these elements into his world-building and aesthetic vision for jarvid. 

1. cover art for the architects of deception by juri lina (left)  2. cover art for genie head gas in the tower of dreams (jesters midnight toys) (right)

the mystique surrounding the album begins with the occult references in the artwork (like many of ferraros other album covers); in this regard, i was immediately reminded of the weirdness in yabujin's work and his own world-building, using obscure and seemingly random combinations of cultural artifacts, numerology, and references to construct his larger narrative of azeroy. but what can one make of these strange fictional worlds that are seemingly impenetrable to anyone outside the artist, who alone is privy to the true meaning of their creation? james once described his creative intentions in an interview with the skaters (a duo act with longtime colleague spencer clark): 

“the inside and the outside at the same time,and in the process, experiencing what ferraro calls “private imaginations.

photos of james ferraro (left) and Spencer clark (right) taken for the childhoods end issue by the wire, june 2010

this is where the concept of hypersigils came to mind. i first came across the concept in an online thread discussing reality breaking, back when i read up on william burroughs' cut-up technique as a tool for time hacking. the term was first coined by comic book author grant morrison, who created and employed the concept when writing the invisibles (he expands upon this in a text called pop magic). morrison shares how the hypersigil manifested changes in his life when he identified himself absolutely and obsessively inside the fictional narrative he created for the story. morrison defines it as such:

"the 'hypersigil' or 'supersigil' develops the sigil concept beyond the static image and incorporates elements such as characterization, drama, and plot. the hypersigil is a sigil extended through the fourth dimension. the hypersigil is an immensely powerful and sometimes dangerous method for actually altering reality in accordance with intent."

- grant morrison


excerpts from pop magic by grant Morrison

hypersigils are objects that contain fictional or semi-fictional narratives, and the creator identifies themselves as a conduit for the impressions these ideas contain, which over time translate themselves to changes in the "real world." the implication is that, with enough identification and obsession imparted towards fiction, one can quite literally make it not-fiction. the theory that jarvid 9 functions as one such narrative purposed as a reality-creating machine was further vindicated when i found this quote from ferraro in an interview for the august 2009 issue of the wire:

"for the past few years of my life, i have become increasingly aware of how the worlds you can create in a CD can, on a larger scale, be applied to life; that dreams can come true in every sense that you imagine them to be; that there are no limits in life, which is the temple of materializing dreams. not just the cover art, but my albums in their entirety have become sigils in a personal sense, in that they help structure the world around my head matrix." 


1. vault between pyramids by norbert bittner (left) 2. liner notes for "dreams" (center) 3. illustration of an atlantean temple (right)

what's mind-blowing is the absolute clarity and immersion the music offers, even with its tinnitus-inducing moments of low fidelity, so that a listener who has no idea of the true vision and scale inside ferraro’s mind can appreciate the strange beauty of a world that never has, does not, and never will exist to us. one trait of the series that i believe aids in reinforcing the unreality of the worlds that ferraro attempts to build in these songs is the fact that all of them express a dialectic of the far future and the distant past, where every moment in these tracks finds a way to express these two in a novel way. 

the symbolism behind apes in freemasonry sourced from here 

similar to frank herbert's dune series, where themes such as space travel and multi-planetary civilization are convincingly wedded with past civilizational relics like monarchist empires, physical combat without artillery, and the absence of computers. with his trademark elements of early new age incorporated, the music becomes non-linear in sonic themes and structures which we usually associate with art from various periods. splicing and combing timelines that shouldn't be anywhere near each other, and combined in a way that makes the music truly timeless. another quote from the same interview illustrates ferraros intent with his music here, a tool that immerses one in both its music and art as a kind of transportive machine to another world: 

images used for illustrative purposes, source unknown

"trying to download someone else's headspace—sometimes the most extreme being that of a virtual celeb image—opened up different aspects of consciousness, life potential, and interactions beyond my wildest dreams. i try and bring this to fans of my music via the albums, hoping that the listener will tap into the different worlds represented through the two-step flow of cover art observation to it, then opening up in multiple dimensions through the music joining in, in a progression, to create a virtual reality experience, thereby tapping into their own dream or our dream." 

- james ferraro

i think it’s obvious to conclude that the series was envisioned as an audiovisual experience of sorts, one that takes place in our heads and where our subconscious creates narratives based on the image we're presented with and aided by the audio contained within. the exact world that is eventually created will eventually be subjective to the audience of his work.

where the absurdist nature of ferraros post-2010 material dealing with consumerism, ecocide, and a whole host of themes that delve into the strangeness of the human condition in a world conditioned and run by capital takes center stage, most of his lo-fi era work, and in particular the jarvid 9 series, emanate a strongly occult vibe. what does it mean to escape reality or to change it in a way that would seem defiant to the current order of understanding and reason? besides the surface-level similarity to strains of chaos magick, there is an ever-present air of disassociation that has been translated into sounds that embody the ethereal and the terrifying. 

"we do not understand what real disruption means. disruption is destruction in order to create. but who understands this?" 

- gurdjieff 

one can at times quite literally feel the indescribableness of what james had in mind when making this, and i think that is what makes this whole series a spectacular moment in music. no metaphor or comparison does justice to what is expressed in those few minutes of peak weirdness and calms. it's neither scary nor inviting, neither ugly nor beautiful; rather, it is all these oppositions with vast chasms between them presented simultaneously, creating something entirely transcendental.

at 9 hours long, this behemoth of a series is daunting to even the most devout ferraro fans, but beyond the haze and hisses of the low-fidelity recordings found here, you are greeted to worlds that are revelations in sound. the albums are as strange and inaccessible, as they are profoundly alluring and unfamiliar in a way that provokes us to enter the tropical desert worlds outside our solar system, and roll down the hills in a state of pure elation.