«Music is the way to a dream»
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Showing posts with label Lost-Radio. Show all posts
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December 28, 2014

Lost-Radio - Remember

Record: 2012-2013 • Edition: 2014 • USC-WR-1412.0237
Drone Ambient

Story? It's difficult to say... Herein something purely personal is enclosed. Dense concentrate convolved to the minimum volume: hence the complexity of the penetration into it though seeming plain, inside - depth. Echoes of remembrances are implicitly soaring in the surrounding space, becoming iteratively enhanced by the memory. That was and did imprint itself in mind, but the time ruthlessly destroys images, often washing away the circumstances and details, leaving only hints. There's an own charm - the basis for an embellished reality, full of just bright events, covering with an avalanche of bustle. Touching the thin veil, separating reality and reveries, intangible, enveloping consciousness on the verge of perception. And behind it - the heavy fog of oblivion, secret desires and lost dreams.

October 18, 2014

Lost-Radio - Between

Record: 2013-2014 • Edition: 2014 • USC-WR-1410.0227
Drone Ambient

This album is about a feeling so strong that it makes one to forget the native distances and to wait in the wet grey alley for hours, despite of cold wind and drizzling rain. To wait for what? And then the memories arise. About the yore. About this alley, about these eyes. There comes the sensation of presence... The presence of the one about whom you reminisce. Though this is just seeming presence. But is the seeming true? In the end it becomes clear that there are no innocents in this world. Every deed has a range of consequences, going far into the future. Seemingly every innocent gesture, every innocent sight drags a certain chain of events after themselves. All we are guilty in something. There are no innocents.

November 3, 2013

Lost-Radio - Collected Memories

Record: 2010-2012 • Edition: 2013 • USC-WR-1311.0181
Drone Ambient

The will of photographer who has imprinted moments of life creates a kaleidoscope of the past. Opening a photo album, you get captured by the whirl of remembrances. Pictures of long time gone days become alive in front of your eyes, unfamiliar people and places are alluring into their tiny worlds. Some of snapshots are quite fuzzy and contain only common details giving freedom to fantasy, others stun with depth and emotional fullness. But this mosaic is far from being intact, therefore it keeps mysteries, covered with dust of time.