intro’d to Hannah here with Shane:
remember how we forgot
ORIGINAL: By Shane Koyczan. If you’d like to get one of his poems emailed to you once a month, go here. And if you’d like to follow the amazingly talented Hannah Epperson, who accompanied this performance on the violin, Like her here.
where do songs come from
feb 2016 fb share
I think this particle, its energy, is what Rilke would called the “super-abundance of ordinary being,” or what I understand as the necessary excess of being. It’s this excess of being that gives meaning to life – an external frame of reference that we can use to understand the limits of our being, but which also gives us entry into a dimension of experience that exceeds the self, where..
the currency is connectivity, openness and the sensation of something infinitely vast ‘passing through.’ This is where music comes from, this is what art is always yearning to express,
this is what the ordering principles of religion, philosophy, and language attempt to recognize. And of course, the nature of this kind of ‘energy’ (for lack of a better word) is inherently unrecognizable, unnamable, and so far beyond our methods of harnessing and laying siege to that it’s the safest place we’ve got left.
So many human hands devoted to making and evolving an instrument from the forest! A wooded box for spirited digits to give expression to the unbelievable ecstasy and agony of being alive, of being conscious, of having a conscience and a myriad of impulses that often find each other at odds. Imagine this! To make a wooded box where vibration and resonance can wrestle these complexities into the open! I don’t take it for granted, that I have the good fortune of knowing an instrument, of having an instrument, this tremendous tool for expressing the vastness of my own internal universe and its earnest attempt to recognize itself in others. It’s no joke that I find myself speechless every night I play a show, where I am joined in a room with all of these other bodies that are churning and aching and feeling and suppressing so much. The gratitude I have to share a space with other people, to have their attention and support and willingness to collectively transport themselves and each other into a shared reality.
a and a ness
I just couldn’t do it without you. I am because you are. This truth hits me with epiphany-force every day. And I want you to know it, I suppose, because we need each other an awful lot, and what a sorry affair, to deny the joy and fulfillment of feeling needed, and of empowering others by needing them too.
it’s still 12,000 miles of distance between the farthest distances on this big beautiful spinning ball.
I hope you enjoy this song, Farthest Distance.
we are the farthest distance apart
i can’t even find…silence in the wasteland
[love pedal looping.. dubbing ness and singing into violin]
perform\speak at Sam Sullivan’s November 2013 Public Salon
1:45 – on adapting to the looping of our imperfections
Hannah shares on fb:
Sofar Sounds: Chicago caught me at my most broken in 2016. thankful for compadres Steven (Omhouse) and Sam for holding me together in the fever dreams.
I’m drinking lots of water and learning how to sleep in 2017 …
hannah epperson (@hannah_epperson) tweeted at 8:21 AM on Wed, Jul 12, 2017:
thanks stuart gilles for putting together this small piece about my song “Brother” https://t.co/2HTib43Xf7
to try and offer a space inbetween.. wrapped up in a moment of familiarity/solidarity..
late night hotel songwriting for an early morning mountain ascent. tiny sounds mammoth landscapes. attuned/detuning. https://t.co/bmekflTzKk
Original Tweet: https://twitter.com/hannah_epperson/status/920366312890781697
but i’m listening..
10 20 30 40 Numbers // date, age, title. it’s my birthday, so i have a present for you: a new song called 40 Numbers https://t.co/apvFVfM2Uk
Original Tweet: https://twitter.com/hannah_epperson/status/921378869772513283
counting lines on the road.. how many paces get me home
wires crossed again
another path to take us underground.. there’s not enough light
i’ll build my world with shapes and scales that you can’t touch.. using numbers/figures.. that you’ll believe.. take more space.. crack the code..
let it go
it’s 40 numbers to remember a lover’s name..
too much light.. close the blinds..
copper wire underground overhead.. to tether me to you
here we are walking with nowhere to go
so i’m still counting lines on the road.. in the dark w/o you.. it’s harder than i thought
this is the path of only hollow men.. shadows falling around them
surely you knew it was coming, it being a new year and all. preorder mayhem for my second record #Slowdown begins today. more to unfurl, stay with me i need you. https://t.co/QdvGGvsG1G #upsweep #noaa #independentmusic #newmusic https://t.co/Frxknb6GOG
Original Tweet: https://twitter.com/hannah_epperson/status/951497113564741637
just listening to the cranberries discography and reading ursula k. le guin essays, making so much teardrop tea
Original Tweet: https://twitter.com/hannah_epperson/status/956175726524248065
tell the kids it’s gonna be alright
here’s a raw iteration of a song i wrote for the next generation, captured beautifully by @Thrd_Coast (who have their pulse on brooklyn’s expansive and phenomenal music scene). thanks for having me. thanks for listening. https://t.co/hURDwNhIK2
Original Tweet: https://twitter.com/hannah_epperson/status/1017079456727490560
hannah epperson (@hannah_epperson) tweeted at 7:52 AM on Mon, Feb 25, 2019:
this is what packing for tour looks like. still. https://t.co/XxlvFyjmzU
hannah epperson (@hannah_epperson) tweeted at 7:09 AM on Tue, Sep 17, 2019:
“To figure out how to move forward, we should pause and delineate the different tempos we dwell within”
I’m constantly searching for language that connects music & scales of time w/ the climate crises that define our present. Thanks for this incredible piece @astradisastra https://t.co/wOOJXAbWl8
@astradisastra: “Part of the difficulty of addressing the climate crisis has to do with different timescales operating simultaneously. End of the world, end of the month.” Why now is the time to rethink our relationship to time—and also the time to strike, literally.
from astra’s out of time:
For the working class, already stretched thin, time is a luxury fewer and fewer can afford. That was the message of France’s Gilets Jaunes, or Yellow Vests, revolt, ..rallying under a stark slogan: “The elites talk about the end of the world while we are talking about the end of the month.” But some Yellow Vest demonstrators soon adopted a different and more hopeful motto: “End of the world, end of the month, same struggle.”
Part of the difficulty of addressing the climate crisis has to do with different timescales operating simultaneously. End of the world, end of the month. There are so many clocks and so little time: economic clocks, physical and chemical clocks, nature’s innumerable biological clocks, our inner psychological clocks, and collective cultural clocks. It’s a temporal cacophony, a disorienting polyrhythm. To figure out how to move forward, we should pause and delineate the different tempos we dwell within.
For eons sun and seasons determined our ancestors’ habits. When night fell, work ceased; the first light signaled it was time to begin again. ..As industrialization progressed, all manner of clocks proliferated, a symbol of a new market-driven organization of time and synchronization of labor. Today your clock may be analog or digital, or maybe your clock is your phone.
Undergirding this shift in perception and organization was a transformation in energy supply: the shift to fossil fuels. Scattered energy resources—wood, human and animal labor, water, and wind—are no match for coal.
Lewis Mumford wrote in Technics and Civilization in 1934. But like “a drunken heir on a spree,” industrialists began burning through humanity’s bequest.
Carbon has its own clock, the cadence of physical and chemical laws and facts of prehistory offering a counterbeat to modern capitalism, which seeks short-term gains and predictable outcomes pegged to a calendar. Fossil fuels, in contrast, are the past condensed, and the physical processes unleashed through their consumption are not linear, which is why scientists warn of “tipping points.”
Plants and animals are increasingly out of sync with each other, ..the interaction between species is shifting off the beat.
everyone in sync ness
Desynchronization upsets delicate relationships between migration, reproduction, and survival with cascading consequences..We are out of sync with everything on earth and even with one another. .t
begs we leap back in sync (is incrementing to sync even/ever possible?)
“End of the world, end of the month, same struggle”—the slogan speaks a profound truth, but we still must work to make it real. Somehow we have to manage to conceive of multiple timescales and horizons at once, or we are toast.
hannah epperson (@hannah_epperson) tweeted at 6:35 AM on Fri, Sep 20, 2019:
crying appreciation tears into my oatmeal — see y’all in foley square this afternoon, new york comrades! #strikeforclimatechange https://t.co/MH6m02V92b
Naomi Klein (@NaomiAKlein) tweeted at 3:17 PM on Thu, Sep 19, 2019:
What a beautiful, generous, fiercely internationalist movement these young people have woven.
It’s the mirror opposite of the hateful isolationism, chauvinism and supremacist forces roiling and overheating our world
hannah epperson (@hannah_epperson) tweeted at 8:57 AM on Fri, Sep 20, 2019:
heading into the city heavily armed with and for the things that give me a pulse #StrikeWithUs #ClimateJustice #ClimateStrike #ClimateCrisis #GreenNewDeal #Strike4Climate https://t.co/yHLGDuFnZx