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coingutter - a little night music

from unearthed from airwaves by s*

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coingutter is Emma Hendrix and Graeme Scott from Vancouver, BC.



It was January, 2000 and I stood at the front door of the Ivanhoe Apartment block on east 7th. I had grabbed all my guitar pedals, my sampler, my keyboard and a mess of cables and walked up the stairs to Emma's two room apartment. We laid everything out on the floor, hooked up the gear to his mixing board and hard disk recorder. I'd play a single note for 20 minutes because I had fallen asleep while recording. We'd pluck at the oven rack, record the creaks, and play cd's that where scratched beyond any possibility of being able to be played. The whole idea was that we'd make music like you'd make a movie: Various moods, tempos, cuts and crossfades, hung together within a narrative arc. It was this ambient adigital sonic tapestry and we thought it was pretty good.

Soon we had hours of material. Our practices became the source for our recordings. We'd layer our practice runs, a meta track based on our trials, weaving all the threads in to something like a story. Then these recordings themselves became the source for our live performances. Live performances became the source for our recordings. We mangled and reiterated, reconstructed and maladaptively appropriated ourselves, our environment, and anything else we could get our hands on.

Just when we couldn't regurgitate on ourselves any longer without getting booked into some eating disorder clinic, we stopped.

We had built up gear, methods, and recordings. Clips of sounds on floppies, SmartMedia cards, and hard drives and we had never cleaned house. Getting two laptops felt like getting naked, which was the only way I could get Emma to agree to try it. And we had to actually get naked.


from unearthed from airwaves, released June 11, 2011


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