In Isotopica, as in my wider art practice, i work with and try and reveal a little of the deeply personal in a way that i hope is universal….. it’s not all about me, oh no!
Today we start with a short film by rufus davis, that was started as a documentary, about a provincial cricket club, a quintessential english country affair, yet it ended as being a tribute to one of it’s most unusual members, Andrew Russel, my nephew and very close friend, who died in the care of a very careless shaman during a far less common country pursuit, the english ayahuasca ceremony.
He had a very unusual and bad reaction, and instead of ending up oin hospital, he was taken to a yurt on our welsh woodland retreat and kept in a coma for a few days, when he finally reached hospital it was too late and the machines that go beep were turned off…. bowled out, way before his time. the full story will be somewhat later…,
The film concludes with a slo mo cricket sequence accompanied by the Roy Harper classic, When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease. Roy being incidentally, one of my brother Stefan’s closest friends from the 1960’s, sharing wives and lovers, so roy tells… stefan also died way too young, in a car crash in 1969
Later we hear excerpts from some soundscapes recently recorded on a trans american train journey
by our northern american correspondent marc maroosh of serephemera books phame, Alistair crowley chants titanic
we hear from sidsel endrensen
interspersed throughout with an in house sinewave composition inspired by Jack Nitzsche and performance
