TAXIC GNOSIS stretches the soloist between immediate physicality and mediate consciousness. ˛ˇˇ˛ˇˇ˛ˇˇ˛ˇˇ˛ˇˇ˛ˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇˇ    An ear becomes a room becomes a playback machine, listening for its own death, the sound of subjectivity ++,,..002222332200//2233//11//.. ......,,))!!""''**((&&##"" dissolve self into multiplicity;;

composed by Jay Rauch & Aaron Michael Smith - winter 2020-2021

clarinet, super snorkel, electric guitar, piano, percussion - JAY RAUCH
viola, compostable bag, electric bass guitar - AARON MICHAEL SMITH
mixed and mastered - grein

text on the far right panel by Jordan Kokot

photography by Walter Crump

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Enuncation

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Broken Planes

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‘TO’

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eam

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SNORK

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FROM OUT AND OUT AND OF AND INTO

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Xeno’s Sausagecrust

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Autostriation

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“IN”

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until the sheer blade of it
click
break
clashing  |
      |resonance
an ornately laqured brown beatle shell.  embossed with fine lines--filligree of clashing waves                                 (pulsepownding)
tense(ly) troubled noise
like coarse sand falling down a steel slide, sticking between three-year-old-toes sticky with purple
ceramic nailed mice skitchering in open sinks
plaster falling in the years of oboemasters and noseflegm drips
    after being left
squeeky chair 
        cum osciliscope                    autoscopy
/gripping/ the <awkward} bones of samsara
flutter clock hearts, rolling gong chimes, empty sacs and spaces at the edge of (thing's)being
the rim of the cup
vulcanizedd--d rama "in the keys"
A cop oncce said to me, after i threw up in the bback seeat
        "the fundamental be_ing of dasein is care"


taxic gnosis resides in the hoary gaps of freedom.  with wounded precision, grein presses on the liminal tensions between organization and the dark scattering of waves that substantiate being.  the roots of the world vibrate while old winds and strings are knotted into sinuous vines, like the heart cords of Silenus, drunk on the sound of absence.  field recordings blend with an electronic breath, a halted inhalation, hand pressed on chest, as though falling towards the sea.  i find myself watched in the listening, dragging pins through slate caverns, echoing with the anxiety of being.  taxic gnosis is the sense of the almost formed into the string of time, a memory of what could never quite be.


liner notes by Jordan Kokot