Power Moves Label 015

Here we are, number 15, the closer, the final pro-dubbed release on the Label.

We haven’t stopped releasing albums though, the new works have been slowly put together at home under the Power Moves Library outlet/wing/branch. You’ll hear more and more about this as it happens, but we’ll be ending the ‘pro’-Label cycle, as I wanted to dig a bit deeper into the hand-made realm, keep costs down, and get to know the new material on a much more personal level, front to back.

This collection is personal too, extremely so.

We knew we wanted to have all proceeds, tape and digital, go to Nepal relief/rebuilding. This has been the omnipresent aura for all of the artists’ songs, we all felt the individual pieces would build into a project bigger than our own respective visions.

It took a bit of time to get it all together and proper (and that’s on me), but where we mostly go on untouched/unscathed by life’s ultimate heaviness, we knew it had to go to this source, it had to help.

Life can move scary fast, the river’s current can seem impenetrable standing and looking on shore, it blows by and we walk away towards other moving rivers. More and more terrible things keep happening, and it’s impossible to keep up with the news-fucking-sucks negative energy pessimistically taking over our airways and lives. As my late grandfather once said, you can’t go spending every waking moment trying to help others in need, you’ll run out of spirit. You can try your best, and that’s beyond what we’re asked to do. Which is nothing. Anything, and everything, helps.

This compilation’s dedication and proceeds could go to any number of causes and situations, and it sucks trying to think about that. And it’s shite that it sounds like I’m trying to justify what can seem like an out-dated tragedy, as life’s depressing rivers keep passing us by.

There are so many amazing organizations and active hands helping places and people all over the world and we can take some solace in that.

Kids of Kathmandu is the organization that all funds from this project will go to. They have been doing incredible things helping the children get greater access to schools and clothing and shelter, helping the area build itself back up after the earthquake and the misery.

This compilation can’t touch the importance of what organizations like this one are doing, on an everyday level, dedicating themselves fully to their aid.

It’s very hard to write about how this was essential in the growth of Power Moves, to move the bulb’s light to the more important shapes, but it’s not about me or the label.

We may have control over this particular lighting, but the universe can seem to control the rest. It can feel like the world is the defeater-protagonist and we’re watching it all crack and pull apart, as it does what it’s supposed to do, defeating-being.

Regrowth, regeneration, regrouping then, fights that off, or tries to balance everything out, turns the not-great ender into the great beginning. Or a chance to continue. If you give a sliver of it-all to those still fighting, they’ll turn that into a challenge, and convert that tiniest-of-fragments into a whole every time. Human spirit living the loop-cycle life of the blues.

The world is going to shit and is beautiful at the same time and it’s impossible to conceive of something so perfectly this-that.

Tracks have been compiled by all of the artists who have released a tape with Power Moves Label over the last two years and there’s some really great things happening over the course of the album.

This is both my way of thanking all of the people involved so far and having everything cycle back to life, in true documentary fashion, to the real. To think about participating, even if gesturally small and miniscule, when facing the total-fucking-nightmare.

Compassion and support. Our simple offerings.

We hope you enjoy and can help in any small way.

Thanks for listening and reading,

Library #3

Nate Scheible – Matter

The third tape to hit the library shelves is an album called Matter by Nate Scheible.

Scheible is a constantly working musician in Washington, D.C. and an ever-incredible drummer whose touch is paired with many others, most recently in free jazz/noise formations with heavy about-town players.

Matter is not a drum record though, far from it. This is compositional tape over-flow: splicing, electronics edit/synchronizing off-land bright murk and white light cassette music. Faded white and gray cloud music. Early morning eyes-still-closed music.

Picture the place when your body sits stillest.

Remember cloud-watch, looking, deeply, like when you were a child on the ground staring up at the sunny infinite, naming shapes, putting images to several overlapping, watching them fly across the sky out of peripheral view, to have another eclipse with a differing appearance of emitted highlight.

Or early dawn, outside and catching that pre-day magic.

Personalized effort-ragas set to the pulse of the oncoming hours, before the hustle and the people and the chores erase the calm. To sit still in that misted time-frame, gather thought by the water, everything clearer than before, a slight glass-like crack in the universe’s armour.

Thought like blood pulse. Veins like hunt-gather.

Air like fog. Exhale like leader.

An open private press singularity, ageless, individualized music-takes free from the closing-in big-picture of studio and multi-tracking. Daydream sketches alone in their form-shaping, voiceless memos for later use, pulling life from the mechanical and letting improvisation level it.

Dusty and crackling knobs turn hiss on evelope-like sweeping.

Horn or drum or keys swept up and under the rolling mass.

Organized, downhill, then buoyant, then invisible. Walking through walls.

Any live instrument is cut and trimmed and removed, decaying into skeletal-powder, strained through the simplifier.

Seeds and slow growth showing the sun’s skill in all-time-not-measured, chopped back and shaped into meticulousness-denied. A free lapse of time, seconds turning into wandering cycles catching wind and collecting each other.

Melody like breaths. Passage like water.

Air like fog. Inhale like leader.

This is a great headphone listen and a great open room fill-it-up listen.

If I could match the patience and fluidity in my normal-day-life, I’d feel like I’ve gripped the secret.

Want to thank Nate for being a breeze to work with and for letting me house this terrific album. I can’t stop listening to this masterpiece. We’ll all hear much more from him, no doubts about that.

Tape was a small run of 27 copies dubbed at home, half in the mail as I type and half for Nate. Maybe they’ll land near you.

Digital is live and free and expert sounding.

Thanks for listening and reading.

Talk soon,