Villages / Merryl - 2012 - Split 7''

Originally posted Mar 17, 2016 7:27AM

Headway Recordings – HWY001

This little split begins before the needle ever drops. The object already feels inhabited: hand-drawn trees on notebook paper, handwritten labels, photocopied architecture and vegetation, pale blue and red shapes laid over photographs, a sleeve that seems to have been assembled from several different visual worlds and then persuaded to coexist. Copy 77 of 150 makes the whole thing feel even more specific. Not “a record” in the abstract, but this one small manufactured object passing through a limited number of hands. Side A is Villages, recorded and performed by Ross Gentry. Side B is Merryl, performed by Will Isenogle and recorded by Gentry. Lisa Nance made the cover, Dean Inman mastered it and Daniel Abide made the sleeve. Headway called it HWY 001. A surprising number of people had to touch something this tiny before it could make sound in somebody else’s room.

“Black Photograph,” the Villages side, begins quietly and takes its time becoming substantial. Sustained tones accumulate almost imperceptibly, with lower material gradually giving the piece more weight while thin harmonics hang above it. The change is slow enough that there is no obvious moment when the music becomes large. It simply keeps gaining density until the room seems to contain much more sound than it did a few minutes earlier. That gradual enlargement is part of what makes it beautiful. Nothing has to leap forward and demand attention. The listener notices that the sound has grown because the body has already adjusted to an earlier, smaller version of it.

There is a melancholy quality to that process without the piece needing to announce sadness. Tones linger long enough to acquire emotional weight simply through duration. Something faint becomes familiar, familiarity becomes attachment, and then another layer arrives and changes the relationship. It has the strange intimacy of watching light slowly disappear from a room. You know perfectly well nothing dramatic has happened, yet five minutes later everything looks different.

The Merryl side begins from a similarly restrained place but feels brighter and more exposed. Its sustained material occupies more of the upper range, and as the piece develops the sound becomes increasingly luminous and insistent. Again, the transformation happens gradually. What starts as a sparse environment grows into a much fuller one, with overlapping tones creating little beating patterns and shifting harmonics inside the larger drone. The ear can settle on one frequency for a while, lose it, then suddenly discover it again underneath something else. Apparently this is how six minutes disappears while a person sits very still listening to electricity behave beautifully.

The two sides belong together without sounding identical. Villages feels heavier and darker, slowly gathering mass. Merryl seems to rise rather than sink, becoming brighter and more saturated as it progresses. Neither side needs rhythm or conventional song structure to establish movement. Their movement is mostly vertical: more layers, greater intensity, altered pressure, another harmonic appearing above or below what was already there. Flip the record and the scale stays intimate while the atmosphere changes.

The artwork makes more sense while the record plays. Photographs are partially buried beneath drawings. Trees become networks of lines. Buildings turn into shapes. Red material drips and folds through pale blue structures that could be ruins, plants, landscape or all of them simultaneously. Nothing has been completely erased by the thing placed over it. The sleeve has depth because earlier images remain visible underneath later marks, which is also a good description of how these two recordings develop. New sound does not necessarily replace old sound. It accumulates around it.

Even the lined-paper insert is perfect. There is something wonderfully ordinary about information for such atmospheric music being written on what looks like a sheet torn from a school notebook. Names, credits, trees, edition number. No attempt to make the object appear more important than it is. And yet fifteen years later, or twenty, or however far the little record travels, those handwritten details become incredibly useful. Somebody bothered to say who did what. Somebody numbered the copy. Somebody drew the trees. Thank you, mysterious past people, for labeling your things.

Private Release can hold this differently from an internet file because the physical evidence is here too. The two recordings are only part of what survived. The insert, labels, sleeve, artwork, handwriting and copy number carry information that the audio cannot. Play the record and all of those separate fragments briefly become one object again.

Then the side ends, and you have to get up and flip it.

A very reasonable demand for something this patient.

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