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These pieces tumbled out like tumblin tumbleweeds a few days in early September after having been "off the guitar" for close to a month while on the road. After events in Burgas (Bulgaria), I had some running blues, a run in with the blues maybe, and well, a few of the songs tumbled and fumbled and were trialed, errored, done over but -- I hope -- not over done, like Burgas Blues, the best distillation of a minimal ditty that's actually a process piece I play a bit different every time. One thing is true about me and that is I cannot sing. Except when I do and I never can do that on the live stage for some reason but lyrics and writing nevertheless flow and if I can speak them honestly and put a nice tone in there, I'm happy as a clam. These are primarily spontaneaously generated guitar improvisations and the words by and large uttered without premeditation, the one difference being the poem recited/sung for "Space Ain't Smooth" although there is still a lot of ad-libbing in there to fill out the lines, waiting for a guitar to show me the way out of the thicket. Other than Burgas Blues, everything gets a dub moment or two or three, here and there. Guitars in the overwhelming arsenal here are the Gilmour Robust acoustic (cedar top and zebrawood back and sides) and the ANONYMOUS SLIDESTAR (as I call it): an old thriftshop guitar purchased for 30 zlotych 10 years ago -- the label was ripped out, so I've been kept in the dark about it's provenance but I've seen the same style in a film about Gypsies in Russia and ina few other vintage photos of Romany musicians in Eastern Europe hyped me over to the idea that my other axe came from that batch.



Space ain't smooth
so use a slidatory eye sometime
angular
on the beguiling moon

This coffee ain't energy
just a bitter echo
in my mouth

A little bit of biopsy
taken off to lab somewhere
centrifugal flower

5:30 am toothpaste
best breakfast offer
I'll take it back to bed

Well, things'll change
Don't matter
Tell yourself
Things'll matter
Tell yourself
Don't change

That pip-squeak
Calcedonni
calls me late night again
eye's so droopy
in her benzodiazepine
disaster

But we solace in the moondust
look at the flappping torn curtains
well, let the world sleep on
sleep on it's side
lesser the snoring

My eye's adapting
to the astral bafflement
Wonder what galaxy's
got me in tow
what careless slipstreams
splitting head of mind's eye
muttering meanders
scattering karmic bandages
slandering the pure void

Slandering the pure void

Just let the answers slide
into the hysterical market haze
of the third tier thinking coaches
and the cancel culture vultures

Let it go

Let's stay hooked on the open
walking the radioactive stairway
looking into the mirror
of the fox, of the lynx, of the bear
of the lonely deers

Space ain't smooth
Maybe it's more of an ooze

Just tell yourself...

copyright Jeff Gburek 2023
poznan, poland

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released September 22, 2023

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AKASHIC RECORDS Poland

Guitarist, composer, sound designer, field recordist, shortwave radio poet, blending electro-acoustic, electronica, spectral comp., cracked circuits, sounding organic objects with an ear towards earth voices. Studied Javanese and Balinese gamelan and theories of Partch and Xenakis. Working with dance/theater/butoh co. Djalma Primordial Science. More than 400 concerts throughout Europe since 2005. ... more

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