Crude Australian Vol 2

by Crude / Matt Middleton

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the second installment of middleton's 'lazy lo-fi ' non-adventures. NB - the tracks tend to be quite LOUD, due to lazy lo-fi recording techniques - so i trust you all have the ability to adjust your volume knobs accordingly.

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released August 8, 2012

Matt Middleton - bass recorder, saxophone, vocals, clarinet, roland juno 60, guitar

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Crude Melbourne, Australia

Crude is one Matt Middleton, ex-Dunedin based now Melbourne based electro-acoustic, woodwind and hard rock recording artist.

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Track Name: black blood
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Track Name: the past as glass
I embrace zero think. I embrace no thought. I embrace no mind. All images in the mind are sinking, sinking down the sinkhole. All mind images and phantasies smash like a thousand panes of glass.
I am now not thinking about anything. This is the thought that is not thought. All past memories are a pane of glass. Now i envisage myself tossing a diamond sphere about the size of a basket-ball
into the pane of glass. The pane smashes into a thousand pieces.The now is the true definition of reality. With the smashing of the past comes the ending of the emotion of regret, resentment, bitterness.
I envisage the future as a large building, black glass, like an nsa building. I imagine loading a bazooka, aiming at it, and watching the missile fire right into the core of the building. The building is destroyed in a mushroom cloud. This is the destruction, metaphorically, in my mind, of thoughts of the future. Without thoughts of the future there is no anticipation and no anxiety, no fear, no dread, no misery. Patterns and repititions are destroyed. The string that binds them is cut. The patterns all fall to the ground like beads from a cut necklace. There is no pattern, only single event. I embrace zero think. I embrace no think. I embrace no mind. All images in the mind are sinking, sinking down the sinkhole. No memory. No image.
Track Name: moet moet
yes
Track Name: salt.salt.
'salt and pepper'