Ian William Craig
A Turn of Breath
Styles: choral, drone, ambient, telepathy
Others: Morton Feldman, Sean McCann, William Basinski, Beach Boys vocal-only tracks put through an electrical storm
The decaying, slippery throng of voices just under our primary internal psychoauditory narrative. The sounds heard coming in from out on the street, the way they then loop, stretch, and dance within the mind. They play out, tear up into shreds, and dissipate. After a silence of some time, we say “oh” aloud. “Oh!” Sing a line of nonsense. You can sing anything! The noise is sucked out and away, but may be analyzed within, spun into hay and burned. The lungs explain. A dog barks and disappears. The blue light of a UFO slips into soundwaves and becomes a hum. The hum becomes a fractured voice, finds a body with two lungs, vocal cords, a head. The body of a person in a forgetting place, a forgetting voice as it ages now.
The same place once occupied, perhaps, by Morton and Joan, singing against self.
The same place, perhaps, occupied by Brian, singing profound trivialities,
or William, letting loops survive death as ghosts. Elegies for themselves.
A breath explains its vibration. The words have no meaning against the sound.
Don’t listen to A Turn of Breath without modifying yours.
Inhale slowly, hold for some time, exhale slowly,
Ian William Craig pulled breath from night and made a voice.
01. Before Meaning Comes
02. On the Reach Of Explanations
03. Red Gate with Starling
05. A Slight Grip, a Gentle Hold (Part 1)
06. Second Lens
07. The Edges
08. New Brighton Park, July 2013
09. TEAC Poem
10. Either Or
11. A Slight Grip, a Gentle Hold (Part 2)
12. A Forgetting Place