The PMX Subspace Communication Station
Moving the stockpile
Hello? Is there anybody out there?
If you are receiving this transmission, here's to you.
We are stockpiling our wares over at Last FM now. You can help yourself to free full length mp3 downloads there of three new tracks, in addition to some old gems from the catalog.
http://www.last.fm/music/Prosolar+Mechanics
Do you know what else rules about Last FM? If you're so inclined, you can do any one or more of the following:
1. Contribute your own information, photos, etc to our page.
2. Put your own music there
3. Get a user account and have Last FM track your listening, wherein Last FM will also find other new music you'll want to hear and recommend it for you.
It's social internets for music. And I like it.Labels: downloads, last fm, mp3
posted by Amy Jacob
4/13/2008 03:16:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
I remember next year
I remember next year mp3
(click to play, or right click and "save as" to download)
This is not an easy one, though it came easy. Amy played guitar. Mike and I played amplifiers. My father was lying in bed, dying of lung cancer. When we recorded this in the summer of 2006, the disease had already metastasized into his brain. His death three months later was the latest in a series of difficult illnesses and deaths in our extended family. The first was Mike’s mother, who also died as a result of lung cancer in 1998. Then Amy’s brother died in 2004 for no known reason. This song is for them.
The melody starts and then starts again. It hesitates, then drifts off, then starts all over. It engages the listener, but then gives the listener nothing to hang on to. As a result, the listener begins to pay attention to the noises rising under the guitar, the sound of electricity, the static of sleep, the spaces that exist between unconsciousness and death. Steeped in melancholy, the mind drifts, is tricked into a daydream. The sweetness of the guitar disappears into reverb and the harmonic center shifts. As Mike noted, rock and roll is recollected in amplifier squeals that break into the reverie and relaxation is replaced by anxiety.
–Alex
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In high summer 2006 the three of us started playing. It was strange space. We found ourselves some brand of wordless in a time when we were slipping on the edge of hope and were quite conscious of death. The thoughts may have been off to the side that day, as we were trying to stay "in the moment" if you will. If you're lucky this is the place you stay when you still have the person you love. But for me, the dread that the moment was going to pass was present.
We began to make sound. And the sound said something we could not, so we followed it. It went straight here.
Please take it and send it out as far and wide as you see fit.
–Amy
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posted by Prosolar Mechanics
9/29/2007 11:44:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Something's coming
Do you remember how it felt to be there? To hold it in your arms - to make it sing? Can you recall the moment when you set it down, not knowing when--if ever--you'd be there again?
When you move fully into the adult portion of your life you forget sometimes to turn your neck and point your mug back. Maybe it isn't memory - maybe it's mercy. You don't want to see how far you've strayed from who you were because you know you've gone down a path not of your choosing, but of some fabricated necessity.
Money. Time. Mortgages. No kids or kids. Cats and dogs. Cars. Careers.
Fuck it, I say. I'm going to die someday. I keep forgetting that. Maybe it's not memory - maybe it's mercy. Because I can't take the intensity. Not these days. I've fucking had enough.
Do you know what happens to your brain when you go through five years of grief? It says, "Hey, fuck you!" and turns off. Then you go purely by habit and instinct. That will get your mortgage paid and it will keep you out of the hospital. Sometimes that's really all you can ask for.
But I'm asking for more than that now.
On September 30th, 2007 I'll give you something too. A gift from Prosolar Mechanics. Because we're not dead yet.
posted by Amy Jacob
9/14/2007 11:56:00 AM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Guitar Tree
The genius of Mike Hilton. (Ambiguous City Records. Please refer to PMX Handbook, Chapter 17-Releases, Title 2001)
http://www.mikehilton.com
posted by Amy Jacob
11/06/2006 04:23:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Dear Kabok
All Cats Are Grey
posted by Amy Jacob
6/19/2006 10:27:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Friday, May 19, 2006
G-LOC
It's gravity induced loss of consciousness. Just don't call it "glock."
posted by Amy Jacob
5/19/2006 12:30:00 AM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
how I conquered time
oh! h a r a ----++++++>>>>the mechaine<<<>>)))(((HEAVY/SLOW VERSION OF SOMETHING USING UNDI GUIT LOOP/SAMPLE? (2.5 min)))) /////- - - - -////@@@>90 is 1/2 chorus and some of alex original guitar thing? ) ) (4 min ) )((:))((:))((:))# longer days -- just fix it<<___>>i n t e r c e s s i o n w/ choruses and alex's guit intro (3.5 min)______________{{{{{{wAtEr}}}}(3 min)*********5a1d 2 n0th1ng w/ new vox idea (is it 5 minutes?)?????????&&&&&&3-12&&&using alex's guitar part, nothing else worth saving (4 minutes)<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3BBBB something new, probably drift (4 minutes)%%%%%%%%% o n e c a n t t e l l t h e s t a r s f r o m a i r c r a f t (original)(3 min)%%%%%%
the end
posted by Amy Jacob
5/13/2006 09:39:00 PM Got something to say about it?Go on then.
