MOMA031 - hoka no na - Per Amica Silentia Lunae
HM - A unique listening experience, with elements of primal mystery, minimal ambient electronics, ethnic instrumentation, and field recordings from India.
hoka no na
Per Amica Silentia Lunae
A
Western Premise 0:34
Per Amica Silentia Lunae 5:27
Fly Me To Your Men 3:39
Sing With Us 5:45
B
Preclude 1:41
Motorcade 3:19
Amakua 2:27
Magnification 6:32
By Jon Ciliberto for the Museum of Microcassette Art. Written & recorded 24 & 30 August & 1 & 2 September 2013, with a Panasonic RR-900D Microcassette Transcriber.
Recorded at Suma Sub Studio, Atlanta, GA.
Korg Microsynthesizer, bass guitar, ukulele, Degen DE1125 shortwave, Casio SK-50, Roland Space-Echo RE-20, vocals, Free Alpha and other softsynths, tiny hand drum, bulbul tarang (Hindi: बुलबुल तरंग
literally “waves of nightingales”), field recordings from Spiti Valley (India) and Santa Fe (New Mexico), Korg Monotron & other small devices.
“Motorcade”
Factional
had a plantation
diagonal
drops a fallen nation
Avenues darken as we ride along
a voice chokes on sweetest songs
My motorcade, reflects the light
And strips rubber from tireless flight
My motorcade, reflects the light
while moving past a future once bright.
hoka no na
Per Amica Silentia Lunae
A
Western Premise 0:34
Per Amica Silentia Lunae 5:27
Fly Me To Your Men 3:39
Sing With Us 5:45
B
Preclude 1:41
Motorcade 3:19
Amakua 2:27
Magnification 6:32
By Jon Ciliberto for the Museum of Microcassette Art. Written & recorded 24 & 30 August & 1 & 2 September 2013, with a Panasonic RR-900D Microcassette Transcriber.
Recorded at Suma Sub Studio, Atlanta, GA.
Korg Microsynthesizer, bass guitar, ukulele, Degen DE1125 shortwave, Casio SK-50, Roland Space-Echo RE-20, vocals, Free Alpha and other softsynths, tiny hand drum, bulbul tarang (Hindi: बुलबुल तरंग
literally “waves of nightingales”), field recordings from Spiti Valley (India) and Santa Fe (New Mexico), Korg Monotron & other small devices.
“Motorcade”
Factional
had a plantation
diagonal
drops a fallen nation
Avenues darken as we ride along
a voice chokes on sweetest songs
My motorcade, reflects the light
And strips rubber from tireless flight
My motorcade, reflects the light
while moving past a future once bright.
