Tagged: Ian Morris

Roll the dice – in dust

What: Repetitive sounds, cascading slowly into different kind of forms. It somehow makes me think of the Rorschach test – although I doubt there’s any psychological relevance to upcoming thoughts. There is also a pre-dominant mechanical element which makes me construe the early era of the industrial revolution. Machines that make al sort of non-distinct sounds, shifting, back and forth, into lovely patterns. Large groups of workers leaving the factory, all in uniform, both in clothes as in movement, faces covered with black smudge. It makes them seem unidentifiable. But only from a distance. When looking closer, you will find these are al individuals. When listening closer, you hear laughter. Farcical, hopeful, empty. Each burst different from the other. Some are on there way to the bar, a few drinks they deserve. Most are on there way home where they will find comfort and paternal duty.

With: Ian Morris – Why the West rules – for now: I find these slow developing songs a perfect accompany for non-fiction. This is one a recently read and I think that the cascading mechanism of human development is very easily found on this album.

Sándor Márai – Embers: the monologue of the characters have a similar build up as the songs of Roll the Dice. They start relatively simple. A motive that, like a snowball rolling downhill, grows into something bigger, meter per meter. But unlike with the snowball, you don’t know how far it will roll and what is in the valley that will stop the ball. Herein lays the tension of both the monologues (as well as in the book) as in the songs.