AUGUST 24, 2009
this is a set comprised of songs off of the darkwinter.com net release titled "isolated house"
This album is heavily influenced by the numerous abandoned houses and factories I have explored in my life. The first of such houses was discovered and shown to me by Dieter von Schramm, who did the artwork for this release. When we were eleven years old, Dieter found an old house that had been gutted by fire. I remember looking in the boarded up windows and seeing a burned Hammond organ and a melted phone. Since then, I have been oddly drawn to such places. They are part of civilization, yet still remain outside of humanity, often being retaken by vegetation and animals. As I enter these places, I go through a liminal state, and the experience of exploration is almost a ritualistic process. One such adventure I was part of in the 1990’s was what we had termed a factory performance. We found an old textile factory (a woolen mill) in Charlottesville, VA, only accessible via a railroad bridge. There, we would improvise sound, and burn and break artwork that we hauled over for sacrifice. I also remember an old mansion in Charlottesville, VA that I often visited with friends. ...
This album is heavily influenced by the numerous abandoned houses and factories I have explored in my life. The first of such houses was discovered and shown to me by Dieter von Schramm, who did the artwork for this release. When we were eleven years old, Dieter found an old house that had been gutted by fire. I remember looking in the boarded up windows and seeing a burned Hammond organ and a melted phone. Since then, I have been oddly drawn to such places. They are part of civilization, yet still remain outside of humanity, often being retaken by vegetation and animals. As I enter these places, I go through a liminal state, and the experience of exploration is almost a ritualistic process. One such adventure I was part of in the 1990’s was what we had termed a factory performance. We found an old textile factory (a woolen mill) in Charlottesville, VA, only accessible via a railroad bridge. There, we would improvise sound, and burn and break artwork that we hauled over for sacrifice. I also remember an old mansion in Charlottesville, VA that I often visited with friends. ...
