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Robert Rich's name doesn't seem to come up very often on this list,
however many must be familiar with his solo or collaborative works (with
Steve Roach and others) and know that his music is very loop-based (a
spring 97 issue of Keyboard, I believe, had a little feature on him, &
mentioned use of several Jamdudes).
I have a copy of his 1997 cd Watchful for sale. Please e-mail me
personally if you're interested. Some info on the cd follows.
On Watchful, Amoeba presents a cinematic 48-minute document
of corrupted memories, recurring dreams, and personal crises in extreme
close-up. Watchful is a strange trip along a very twisted path.
It's a big world out there, and you're keeping a copy of it
in your head FYI. Opening with simple hand
drum and guitar, Inside explodes into a panorama of swirling
guitars and Djimbes.
Where do you end and the rest of the world begin? Rich dwells
psychotic over the "fragile line between
blood and air." Hans Christian's cello adds a smooth and
unsettling film over Davies' guitar pulse. Out
Instrumental featuring Davies on slow-motion guitar and Rich
on alien woodwinds.
Can't Find My Feet (samples in QuickTime and AIFF format)
The wind blows so hard that a simple walk up the block
ignites an identity crisis. Stark voices by Ivy
Barry set against on Rich's wind-blown vocals sends a shiver
down your spine. Guitars and cellos
swarm, rinse, and hang dry.
Is lucid dreaming the favorite pasttime of the collective
unconscious majority? Dunno, but courtesy of
Rich, this vessel is more than just a nice place to visit.
Don Swanson (of L.A. art-rock ensemble The
Telling) brings the snare and cymbals.
The blue sky has become a pool reflecting the ceiling of a
cold, damp cave. Rich supplies a courteous
warning on lap steel.
W.S. Burroughs once said "Thou shalt not be such a shit you
don't even know you are one." Rich's
vocals and Davies' guitars take it personally, and lacerate
in unison. A new all-time low.
Squelching voices dance and play as the storm subsides amid
bursts of drums and blasts from within the
Saragossa (samples in QuickTime and AIFF format)
Inspired by, among other things, the film, The Saragossa
Manuscript. Pull on a single strand and the
whole damn sweater unravels.
Any Other Sky
Catatonia in Catalunia. One minute you're on the east coast,
the next on the west. You wake up to
discover your address book has been out of date for 20 years.
Splendid rhythms from Davies and
Swanson and sax pedal tones from Scott Wright tune your head
to receive Rich's mantra: "Doesn't
The titles role at the end of a 45-minute movie. Overhead
power lines rattle. Piano and guitar discuss.
Rumbling bass concurs now and then. Assume crash positions.
"I've seen the future, and it is slow." - A.Harris, San
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