Geotic

Geotic is the Electronic/Ambient musical project of Will Wiesenfeld, also known for his work as Baths, which he recently returned to after neglecting it since 2008. With his minimalistic style he manages to create wonderful landscapes that engulf your sense. Using a range of sound and loops accompanied with electric guitar  he is able to create a thought provoking atmospheric sound with lo-fi perfection.

Wiesenfeld has made his entire Geotic discography free to download here. However, there is also an option to donate, which I encourage everyone to do!

His newest, self-released, full length album, Mend grabbed the attention of Pitchfork and was reviewed with a 7.4. (Which is about as good as an ACTUAL artist will get when it comes to Pitchfork, considering Pitchfork rated Kanye’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy a perfect 10.0 and named it album of the year in 2010(this still makes me cringe.)) Though Pitchfork does not cater as much to an artist like Will Wiesenfeld, it was some positive attention, which planted a seed and brought in some new fans.

Cover art of Geotic's album, Mend

I know I don’t usually blog about music, but I think the addition of music to the blog is not a bad idea considering it consumes a large portion of my time and energy. So there will be more in the future.

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A Wake & In That Year…

These poems, A Wake and In That Year… are from Jim Morrison’s book of poetry by the name of The American Night, published by Vintage Books. I simply have chosen to share these because personally I find Jim Morrison to be a genius and one of my major inspirations. These are some of my favorites by him, among many others. Not only was Morrison a lyrical genius but he was a great poet, as is shown in many of his published books of poetry. While some consider him a shaman or the Lizard King or even the witty anagram Mr Mojo Risin is used to refer to him; he was best known as Jim Morrison of the Doors. Below is just a sample of his genius.

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A Wake

A wake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.

A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt’s pregnant
Monument above the newstand
where the children hide
When school ends.

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In That Year…

In that year we had a great visitation of energy.

Back in those days everything
was simpler & more confused.
One summer night, going
To the pier, I ran into
2 Young girls. The
blonde was called Freedom,
the dark one, Enterprise.
We talked, & they told
me this story.

The First Step is the Most Overwhelming

I’ve finally come to the conclusion about what makes blogging so god-awful difficult. Its the very first post. The very first post of a blog is the hardest simply because its so immensely overwhelming. I go blank when I sit down to post for the first time. I want to jump right into some main topic but I simply feel like there is no specific topic that is worthy of being my very first post.

So therefore I have decided to compromise by making an awkward first post. A post that will basically get all the formalities out of the way. A post to establish that this is my first post.

To learn a tiny bit about me check the: About Sift Through the Static page.

However odd this feels I must get it out of the way before I feel entitled to post anything on a substantial topic, and I almost feel at this point that if your still reading this then you are possibly anticipating something great to come or something at least fairly entertaining. Well I hope this blog will not disappoint in the end. I’m going to have to discipline myself though, which is going to be the second hardest part about it all.

I can quite possibly ramble on for some time longer than this about the nothingness that I have been addressing the entire time, but I will leave it at that.

Things of interest to come, I promise.