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Never Records London

Friday, October 14th, 2011

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October 10th, 2011

“Of what use are words? The future was so splendid and so sure! When he was counting the days, at those weary moments when everything seems precarious and threatening, or when one is really forced to be anxious, the sweetness of his dream removed his fears.”
We Others: Stories of Fate, Love, and Pity. Henri Barbusse

The act of crossing the street in London into inverted traffic caused a persistent disassociation that enhanced the hypnagogia of Never Records. Add to that the hypnosis of recording music until late into the night and cutting clear records with spiraling, nautilus grooves of concentric circles, the strobe of red dots on the turntable platter, and the euphoria of being permitted to enact again a project that has brought so much joy and so much more, to so many.

During the past year I have recorded and cut four-hundred records of over one-hundred-and-fifty different performances. I can sing, speak, or drum along with all of them. They are the soundtrack of a dream.

The Never Records shop, with the giant record above the door, at 11 Southwark St., across from Borough Market and around the bend from London Bridge, closed two days ago. As I struggle to resume my work-life in New York City and once again experience the futility of paying rent for a studio I’m often too exhausted to use, I fantasize that moments of fellowship spent capturing art in London produce a much purer, crystalline reality than the murk of trying to sell my artwork, of trying to sell myself.

In London, I was humbled by the convergence of loved ones from across the Irish Sea, and the Atlantic Ocean. All of us, family, friends, and new acquaintances alike, drew close together under the label Never Records to open ourselves to each other’s words and songs, and, by some process none of us fully understood, touch the inner spirit of each one of us, a place where perhaps only communal music, given freely, can go. We will never again be quite as we were.

Never Records, you are not listening.


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