This is the map O’Reilly used to find his friend.
The narrator is being killed by faeries are hatching out of a little girl like scabies, aka the Fairy Princess, while back in the waking world now overrun with demon spawn Dr. William O’Reilly is confronted by a demon has information concerning a few adolescents turned demon-hunters. He will find them and bring them out of hell to save the world.
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Something’s gone wrong.
Demons have overrun the earth. It’s only the desire to stay alive that keeps people in hell, and Dr. O’Reilly has no desire to stay alive whatsoever, but how does he know what he knows and what is that thing that is currently insulting him from out the shadows, and what is that bird poking itself outside of Isabel’s guts?
Mutable Sound Chicago, Illinois Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental.
The faerie Lilu
The end is nigh! The end is nigh! The narrator has a faery infestation within his brain, while Isabel and Nathaniel are confronted by the faerie Lilu. Listen to discover why faeries and demons both are dangerous to human-folk, unless you already know of course, in which case I suggest you hurry to the nearest mental health ward.
Mutable Sound Chicago, Illinois Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental.
“Now the demons eat of each other and are covered in blood.”
“I haven’t seen young meat for so long.” So begins another episode of Twilight at the Lady Jane Grey College for Little Ladies. Isabel is in a tavern in a world overrun by demons, while outside creatures of the underworld are eating each down to a dot across the globe, while in another place, Nathaniel confronts the faerie Lilu and discovers the truth about hell, faeries, and demons.
Mutable Sound Chicago, Illinois Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental.
The time is really truly nigh now, dear listeners. For Isabel is high above the single screeching howl of thing is all that’s left of the demon horde that has consumed all living matter until all that was left for them to consume each other in a cannibalistic slurp, while in the nether realm, Nathaniel must decide whether he will step within the medicinal bath found before him or not…
Mutable Sound Chicago, Illinois Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental.
It ends as it began, but what a changed world it is!
The end is so nigh it’s beyond nigh. It’s so nigh that it’s fore and then nigh again, and then fore and then nigh again. In short, this is the final episode of Twilight at the Lady Jane Grey College for Little Ladies, and Isabel and Nathaniel have found themselves within the belly of the beast! Prepare yourselves for the shocking ending, or is it?
Mutable Sound Chicago, Illinois Mutable Sound is an online gallery for sound and word located in Chicago, IL. We are dedicated to publishing works in all genres, from the dense and inextricable to the light-hearted and absurd, and release albums that are experiments more than anything else, without being particularly experimental.
If you don’t go into the cave of the tiger, how are you going to get its cubs?
Your neighbor’s wife looks prettier than your own.
Follow the local custom when you visit a foreign place.
Elephant tusks cannot grow from out a dog’s mouth.
The participant’s perspectives are clouded while the bystander’s views are clear.
Pick the flower when it is ready to be picked.
When the tiger comes down from the mountain to the plains, it is bullied by the dogs.
It is impossible to change your basic characteristics.
One bitten by a snake, you are even frightened by a rope that resembles a snake.
When you go up to the mountain too often, you will eventually encounter the tiger.
A curtain is furled under a pipe that runs just beneath the ceiling, and a spotted cat wanders in. On the makeshift stage there is a ripped couch, a battered metal file cabinet labeled “This Was Your Life,” and a swath of green shag carpet.
Sporting long sideburns and blue Chuck Taylor sneakers, Gabriel Boyer takes the stage and launches into a reading of “Dracula.” The spectators arrayed on the performer’s bed are less than comfortable: The slats beneath his mattress aren’t nailed in, so they tend to shift whenever somebody moves too much.
This is “Bedroom Theater,” freewheeling performances that take place in Boyer’s Jamaica Plain loft every eight days. Boyer, 26, is a frequent actor and the author of some of the plays and skits that have been staged in his bedroom for the past year. He and a friend have even published a guide, “Seven Short Plays for the Bedroom.”
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A curtain is furled under a pipe that runs just beneath the ceiling, and a spotted cat wanders in. On the makeshift stage there is a ripped couch, a battered metal file cabinet labeled “This Was Your Life,” and a swath of green shag carpet.
Sporting long sideburns and blue Chuck Taylor sneakers, Gabriel Boyer takes the stage and launches into a reading of “Dracula.” The spectators arrayed on the performer’s bed are less than comfortable: The slats beneath his mattress aren’t nailed in, so they tend to shift whenever somebody moves too much.
This is “Bedroom Theater,” freewheeling performances that take place in Boyer’s Jamaica Plain loft every eight days. Boyer, 26, is a frequent actor and the author of some of the plays and skits that have been staged in his bedroom for the past year. He and a friend have even published a guide, “Seven Short Plays for the Bedroom.”
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Lina Ramona Vitkauskas (Lithuanian-Canadian-US, b. 1973) is an evaporating language photographer = award-winning cinepoet / poet. Her cinepoems have placed as a finalist in several video poetry festivals in the UK, EU, Mexico, and US. In addition, in 2020, she received a PEN America Relief Grant to complete her poetry collection (soon to be visual arts collaboration) Between Plague & Kleptocracy: Invented Poetic Creations & Conversations of Seva & Bill.
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Jameson & his pal the Swan
A D Jameson, quaint and childish, tired ex-wife of a rodeo angel, owner of an antique tortoise-shell comb, nice-mannered, respectable, having been seen crawling quickly across the dinette set, destined to someday become a vice president at the bank, and whom you long ago bought and sold, is nodding off. If you let him, he’ll fall fast asleep on the unread page in your lap. He’s still wearing the camisole that you gave him, the one embroidered with his initials. He still has the cameo that you stuck in his Christmas stocking.
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Image by CJ
The Summer Music Project at OTL was a two-month exercise in which the artists at Outside the Lines Studio paired up with Mutable Sound’s own Gabriel Boyer to create songs and do their own renditions of favorites from the far and recent past. These sessions were recorded and then edited and mixed by Boyer to create the blessed chaos, Falling Boxes, available for download here. All proceeds go to Outside the Lines Gallery.
Paplib’s music is like a known concept re-interpreted through the vocoder of God. He lives in a world of bleating stars, a vaporous universe of loops and abyssal darkness.
Inspired by bands such as Panda Bear and SJ Esau, Paplib consists of one Germain Caillet, formerly of the band Bellyache. He hails from Rennes, France. Working with pedals, repetitive and insistent, he creates what he calls, “grooves mélancoliques”. His songs have been featured in these compilations: Une Rentrée 2010 Volume 2, Collection Printemps/Été 2010, Objectif 2011, and Objectif 2011 Volume 2, all released by Les Inrockuptibles.
The verdict by Subjective e-zine: “Paplib : substance extraterrestre dont l’absorption a des effets bénéfiques variés selon le moment de la prise.”
[i.e. Paplib: alien substance whose absorption has beneficial effects varied by time of dosing.]
Crank Sturgeon left, Lineland right
Crank Sturgeon: junk sound, faux pas, actionist ethos (act-shun pathos), fisch kopf psychedelia, non-art-performance-art, nothing too serious (and yet serious enough to keep doing it). Crank Sturgeon has been active in the wayward wandering peripheries of noise and performance art since 1992. Combining the foundations set forth by the Dadaists, Joseph Beuys, and Allan Kaprow, Crank has giddily blurred the lines of quasi-art lecture/presentation with a circus of high volume, irreverent pun, and punk sensibility. Whether just a solo voice and spontaneous poetry; or armed with an array of busted guitars, contact microphones, and the essential scrappy costume in tow, the show desires to connect sonic expression and visual distortion with athletics of the absurd: the cause and effect becoming simultaneously caustic and celebratory. Wriggling, combustible, sweaty, and delirious, in matters of fishnoise and man. And Lineland?
Shortly after moving to Queens in 1998, Malcolm Felder borrowed his roommate’s digital four-track and began recording whatever sounds he could make with some old synths and a memory-man pedal. After a while he got a little impatient with mini discs and decided to move the recordings to a computer. He employed his friend Adam to help him build a pc that they mounted inside of an old Dynavox record player. With this development, all the pieces were in place, and Lineland was born. He got the name from the one dimensional realm in the book, Flatland, by Edwin A. Abbott. He compiled a bunch of the songs onto a cd and gave copies to all his friends. Eventually, one of the cds got into the hands of Eric from Audio Dregs, who thought it would be a fine idea to make a proper release of it. In 2003, “Pavilion” was released. But where did their collaboration begin?
Crank, having retreated to Maine where he continues to experiment with sound and performance, and Malcolm having moved to Chicago where he continues to experiment with sound in a more intimate setting, the two decided to merge their particular aesthetics, Felder to take Crank’s dissonance and run it through his matrix of melody much as Charlie Chaplin was in that famous scene from Modern Times, to process the raw and elusive power that Sturgeon emits with the help of his various noisemakers and bring it to a new life, something sinuous and light perhaps, but a new thing is neither the one or the other, but beyond.
Box Kites are (from left to right)
Annie Heringer: Guitar, Vocals
Dalton Eljer: Guitar, Vocals
Maggie Peng: Bass, Vocals
Malcolm Felder: Drums, Keyboards, Vocals
Felder, Heringer and Eljer first joined forces tearing tickets at a movie theater in Brookline, Massachusetts. They began writing and playing music together a few years later while sharing a loft in Queens, New York. In 2008, Peng joined the group, and all four of them drove to Maine, piled what equipment they could into a small boat, and spent a few days recording on an island in Cobbosseecontee lake. The results became the bulk of their first album, Glitter Tracks.
The players include Mr. Jeffrey Black, best known for his work on a musical called Free-Thinking Man as Commodity, on clarinet, Malcolm Felder of Lineland fame on drums, and Gabriel Boyer on vocals and piano. The album, “Live at the Pie House,” is to be released by Mutable Sound in 2009.
This is a band that existed for a brief moment in time. The players included Gabriel Boyer, Hatim Belyamani, Malcolm Felder, Emily Hall, Annie Heringer, Adrianne Jorge, Jon Madden, Kevin Micka, Jon Natchez, Jason Sanford, Corey Tatarczuk, and Andy West. For more information concerning their project, The Textbook Tapes, go here.
We knew Kevin way back when we were both working at the Coolidge Corner Theater, and he had yet to pare down his musical aesthetic to himself alone, looping beats and letting loose the prettiest harmonies on electric guitar or other more mysterious bits of electrical equipment. He has played in several bands, including our own Extra Play as well as The Common Cold, before eventually becoming Animal Hospital.
Animal Hospital’s first CD (self-titled) was released through Mister Records in 2004. He has been playing in and around the Boston area, and stunned yours truly at a noise show in a loft in Allston last July, but he is softer than noise, more melancholy than abrasive. Mutable Sound put out his Good or Plenty, Streets + Avenues in January of 2009.
Since then, he has released two remarkable albums. Memory and more recently, Fatigue. For more about him and what he’s up to, you can check out his site.
Song-A-Day
John Manson of Neptune and Magic People fame, and Dan Madri, who played with John in The Gondoliers, became involved 4 years ago in a project at the Aviary gallery in Boston, where musicians and artists created a piece a day for the month of January, ending in a gallery show. The project was called Fun-A-Day. (Or FAD.) And now, 4 years later, John and Dan are continuing this tradition under the title Song-A-Day or SAD. Fun fact: the names of all the songs in this collection come from LFL team names.
Over the course of the coming weeks and months, the raw wonders they have produced will tickle at your ears and haunt your imaginings long after the audio’s cut short and the accompanying films have cut to black. For here at Mutable, we will be posting them regularly for your viewing and listening pleasure. Enjoy!
This is the story of Bedroom Theater, how it came to be, and how it made its way onto the road. Persons came on a weekly basis, and left in a huff. Eventually I needed to re-evaluate my own psychological scheme, and that perhaps something more should be asked of a person than that they open up their bedroom once a week to a slew of strangers with a hankering for theater.
It is as much a memoir of a particular time in Boston as anything else, a time when hopelessness was rife, but also a time when persons were doing their damnedest to create a modest creative atmosphere in which the best in us can sing. I often look back at that time as a perfect example of the Dickensian dichotomy in practice. We did what we could, but as usual all we could wasn’t good enough. Eventually, I would take Bedroom Theater on the road, my forays into the bedrooms of America ending in the Nevada desert, but that’s a whole other story.
I was slipping into debt at that time, and refused to leave my room, so I decided to bring the world to me instead, painting the plays for the week on my wall of windows. Eventually a stage was built by Mr. Waters (Somer, nephew to the more famous John), and the local newspapers took an interest, only to declare it a failed attempt as is to be expected. Occasional romantic failures dot these pages, and petty rivalries. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
