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After the Filmshoot (2002)

by fiffdimension

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...& just then God comes curling out of the mouth of a Hare Krishna tree singing along thereon with smiling on bouncing bulbous nose walls, a crackling of thunder, a bending love of nurses' benedictions, sanitised raspberries & a godawful refrain. He shatters feet tapping skulls cracked in holy ghosts, & just then at that moment the priest with his pants down comes cowled in gullibility, flows through the road & is nevermore worshipped. Our rubber band limbs fly tumble apart. Sanitation contours, & the sky opened up into layers of plastic, detaching loose cables from window-lit skull. Halloween candles to light from within. Torture chamber moaned inside nostril contours - beating its wings the newly hatched bird. The jungle cries 'what is this shit?'. Oh we're in the shadows, purple coming down on the right, circles ground into powder, freeform worriedness allowed/aloud on the streets. A rubber skull taking off - bing bong hullabaloo - and parents' war on drugs. Elastic cracked in the ceiling. Baby soldiers, paratroopers, bungy jump down & she is metamorphosis. We are widening into outdoors. We are no longer inside but out below stars. A burst of laughter come along exactly 2.1 seconds after punchline delivered. We are all fakes. Someone turns into a corkscrew over on my right. I sit here alone. Team talk ahead, and I turn into favourites. The stomach all sparkles. All there a not chance. Got to escape, all there and not chance. No added sugar. The chorus expands, rising bubbles of tones, leads to a '70s style glam version of a Texas country & western revival. A bit of grease between you & the weather. Devils raid kitchens. She'll be classically lit & modelled in position - I've been ignoring her all night. They talk in tableau. I have ashes in my mouth, but this is purely coincidence. A glance in the right. Biological engineering division calls us into molten swill. Your brain a bowl of porridge, and that's if you're lucky. Do they say that in England? Idiot madman glued to his chair. A mouth with no face. Taking notes throughout the performance. Humans become worms, with a sameness that is frightening. Politics is bad: we knew this already, but now it's confirmed. Collapse into laughter. A cigarette chair from which comes a dictator; everyone in thrall to his conversation. A plastic wooden horse to capture the city -incongruous? Indeed. Expelled all the virtues? You to decide. Just like a snake shedding its skin, I escape from Greek tragedies. It fell away like a casing, my link to the Earth. My face fully wax. Back into dame housing. Meanwhile, he said the word 'om' & immediately felt an amazing sense of wholeness & oneness with the universe & also experienced a terrific bowel movement.
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Sleep/Grease 02:57
Sleep grease crack attack, slime-torn castle line, fall into fall, revoke known presence tilt. Guilt fly, screaming eye, lesser unknown, cold below, barrel knife, feet slice into & among anonymous pension of world. Cruel fat tower woe, sleep grease forest wake attack, weariness poem slink & slide, heavy fortune roll & roll, wetness crack, loneliness toll, same all same, same all same, whisper for to pass more time. Garbage track not rolled. Not me. A weak interception of distance. Green country wine all gathered in cuttings, satisfaction floorboards, lease exposed on knife. Steep gloomy curve sex, & lie upon leg. A king of the fracture, a fortunate five, a lynch mob not lied, the rope is not tangled, such fortunate roll; reactionary curve, daughter not light; we have here now the whole tomorrow. Supersonic decay, a mouth split in half when the smile is not slide. The laugh is an egg, the table adventure, the leaving exactness, a foiled religion: pretentiousness crap. Drummingness, yes - & he gets up & leaves. Cheers, later. A lynch mob in hiding, masculine sweat, catflap catch killer, endless rot, we lost it at that, we failed it exactly & found nothing instead. A false accusation of ride. The right hat is not found. The bottle goes down. A friend is awake & the fiend a mistake. Reactionary fall, therefore all pregnancy must be debased. Fell in love with chair. A green-coloured mushroom floats into your brain. Implied & not cold, inviting on pulses, infatuate dig. I am not selfish, a haughtiness drug. To ask is not waver. Fortune waits warmth. An oath in the mouth is to go down but not swallowed. Feeding off your conversation in smoke & still there was not feelings inside, surveillance collapse, what happens next? Minerals cry, the end it grows nigh; wiped in a slide we are all that remain. Do not deny. Imperfect conditions to piss in the wind.
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Loosening in to a pall of cold fracture, rivening structure & opening condemned a veil to repeal from the moon to cause capture with caffeine-wide eyes & I'm useless to my friends for city-trained values that hide on the streets are in for far out & a found metal sign, plastic melting into the grime a slide & a roll going down on the way Weak/week ending chiseled & the night for the ride going down I said 'you've got to be the best friend that I couldn't lose again' You had given me the best time; it cut right through the artistry I had been working like a fountain, in the slender morning chill My only regret was knowing that we were only half insane Words can enter & fracture, & heightened reveal That the language is just like a simile Trying to write is like Simple Simon going for water in a sieve 'in my bones I lay captured, & in music lies death' he cried, spit flying with the force of bad news We crumble & break to lie back to the wake for the awkwardness postures, asleep The truth ending up the negation of sound The music gets trapped between ecstasy & the neighbours He stands & stares, in a screaming silent leash I said 'you've got to be the best friend that I couldn't lose again' You had given me the best time; it cut right through the artistry I had been working like a fountain, in the slender morning chill My only regret was knowing that we were only half insane
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...& just then God comes curling out of the mouth of a Hare Krishna tree singing along thereon with smiling nuts on bouncing bulbous nose walls, a crackling of thunder, a bending love of nurses' benedictions, sanitised raspberries & a godawful refrain. He shatters feet tapping skulls cracked in holy ghosts, & just then at that moment the priest with his pants down comes cowled in gullibility, flows through the road & is nevermore worshipped. Our rubber band limbs fly tumble apart. Sanitation contours, & the sky opened up into layers of plastic, detaching loose cables from window-lit skull. Halloween candles to light from within. Torture chamber moaned inside nostril contours - beating its wings the newly hatched bird. The jungle cries 'what is this shit?'. Oh we're in the shadows, purple coming down on the right, circles ground into powder, freeform worriedness allowed aloud on the streets. A rubber skull taking off - bing bong hullabaloo - and parents' war on drugs. Elastic cracked in the ceiling. Baby soldiers, paratroopers, bungy jump down & she is metamorphosis. We are widening into outdoors. We are no longer inside but out below stars. A burst of laughter come along exactly 2.1 seconds after punchline delivered. We are all fakes. Someone turns into a corkscrew over on my right. I sit here alone. Team talk ahead, and I turn into favourites. The stomach all sparkles. All there a not chance. Got to escape, all there and not chance. No added sugar. The chorus expands, rising bubbles of tones, leads to a '70s style glam version of a Texas country & western revival. A bit of grease between you & the weather. Devils raid kitchens. She'll be classically lit & modelled in position, I've been ignoring her all night. They talk in tableau. I have ashes in my mouth, but this is purely coincidence. A glance in the right. Biological engineering division calls us into molten swill. Your brain a bowl of porridge, and that's if you're lucky. Do they say that in England? Idiot madman glued to his chair. A mouth with no face. Taking notes throughout the performance. Humans become worms, with a sameness that is frightening. Politics is bad: we knew this already, but now it's confirmed. Collapse into laughter. A cigarette chair from which comes a dictator; everyone in thrall to his conversation. A plastic wooden horse to capture the city -incongruous? Indeed. Expelled all the virtues? You to decide. Just like a snake shedding its skin, I escape from Greek tragedies. It fell away like a casing, my link to the Earth. My face fully wax. Back into dame housing. Meanwhile, he said the word 'om' & immediately felt an amazing sense of wholeness & oneness with the universe & also experienced a terrific bowel movement.
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WLAF reprise 03:32

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Solo cassette recordings - Mt Victoria, Wellington, Aotearoa/New Zealand, 2002.

I was living in Wellington (my birthplace, New Zealand's capital), looking for a way to follow up the almost-success of fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/the-marion-flow-wellington-2001

but I was moving further away from verse-chorus 3min song formats into the avant-garde.

I was an underemployed arts graduate, living in a scody flat, doing casual work as a film extra (blink and you'll miss me in Lord of the Rings) or builder's labourer, and (trying &) failing to write a novel. Partly due to lack of money, I made my own entertainment.

I was a noisy (as opposed to noise) guitar & spoken word footnote to the Wellington free jazz / avant garde music scene.

I wrote the words to the title track in a notebook during the wrap party for a short film I'd helped out on - a surrealist description of the evening, based on deliberate mishearings of the conversations around me. I made the soundscape with electric guitar and a 4-track tape recorder.

The other tracks expanded on this noisy fusion of postpunk, free improvisaion and spoken-word.  Radio stations wouldn't touch it with a bargepole.


The solo tracks here were originally part of www.fiffdimension.com/album/loose-autumn-moans-2003 - in which I took a collaborative approach including a string section - but are re-presented here separately.

See also fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/mantis-shaped-worrying-2002 - longer and (even) weirder tracks recorded the same year.

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released October 10, 2002

Dave Edwards - acoustic and electric guitar, harmonica, tenor sax, dictaphone, vocal

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fiffdimension Featherston, New Zealand

Outsider music from Aotearoa NZ and beyond, by Dave Edwards and collaborators (from 1856 to 2024).

Spans acoustic & electric noise, rock, folk, spoken word, postpunk, free jazz, gamelan, lo fi, electronica, & ethnomusicology.

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