Ensemble: UnKindness Of Ravens (UKOR) -- Album: Panasonic Songbird
http://www.unkindness-of-ravens.org

All music, artwork, photography, and lyrics on the Panasonic Songbird album were performed and exposed by UnKindness Of Ravens (UKOR) (C) Copyright 2002 UnKindness Of Ravens. All songs were recorded in the cities of Austin, Texas and Eureka and Berkeley, California. Panasonic Songbird was mixed and mastered by Joshua Chalifour and Michael Keigher in Eureka and Berkeley, California.

This material is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

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Track

1. Oily Springs -- Exposed by M. Keigher
2. Hymn of Yield -- Exposed by J. Chalifour
3. Heart of Texas -- Exposed by I. Lanphier
4. Dirty, Late, and the Boys -- Exposed by J. Chalifour
5. A Curious Balloon 8 -- Exposed by M. Keigher
6. Imps Find Wire -- Exposed by M. Keigher
7. Lamptree Light Oil -- Exposed by J. Chalifour
8. Pour Us Little Monstrosity -- Exposed by J. Chalifour
9. Winter Eidola -- Exposed by M. Keigher
10. Muscribbleic -- Exposed by J. Chalifour
11. Deaf Nightmares of a Music Box Ballerina -- Exposed by M. Keigher
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Members Performing on Panasonic Songbird:

Joshua Chalifour, Sean Gardner, Michael Keigher, Ian Lanphier, Jessica Momb, and Derek Sakakura
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Instrumentation:

aluminum, ashtray, bongos, bottle-o-itchagen, cake pan, chopsticks (wood and
metal), coins, cruncharoundaphone, criscolastic, beat poetry, skin, drums, duct
tape, panhandle, didgeridoo, dietocussion, guitar, harmonica, kazoo, UKOR
natural beat algorithm, metal scraps, spirit of Juanita, pitchilbocks, Roland
JV-30, coffee drum, spoons, violin, voices, bottlecap cardboard gourd rattle,
water bottles
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Musical Scribble:

An informant lively calling himself the enthusiasm of winds breathing (a natural
spy.) The rubber scrap that declares its wayside potential amidst playground
brawling; a bloody nose the sustenance fountain eternal. The confusion of love a
mother bestows on child, mate, or gown. Grounds are the approach of uneasiness
and nothing is better but their exploration, and then only in explosives! We
yawp in unrestrained license to express sound, and leave remorse behind. See a
child's scribble: liberated movements of color, textures--the emissions of
feeling, which may or may not be in immediate surety. Harmonics of subconscious
and conscious. Where is sound found? Where is the aural equivalent of scribble?
We frequently hear collage, yes--where the pieced placement of others' works
form new wonders; but collage often lacks the earthy, human passion so adeptly
communicated in music. Music respires surprise, excitement, melancholy, and
ambiance for our space. We tune to that space--we provoke it in a communion of
sound, founded in the moment of improvisation.
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What:

UnKindness Of Ravens (aka: UKOR) is parallel to a pack of wolves or flock of
seagulls. The original act of UKOR was to gather as many people as were willing
(or that we could coerce), as many instruments or things that could be used to
make sound, into a very small space, include as many substances as possible, and
start making noise. Music even; if it happened - the distinction however, was
not part of the conceptual vocabulary.  Recording sessions typically lasted for
hours. However, our ensemble's duration of greater than ten years has given us
time to hone our concept. UKOR recordings include the sounds of many
individually-crafted and unique instruments, some recurring on different albums,
some not; recordings also include traditional instruments and modern devices but
never include material sampled from non-band created sources. UKOR's music has
no samples and is not collage. Our creation--musical scribble, is a blend of the
excitement, astonishment, and groove in improvisition with our method of
composition, which we prefer to call ?exposition.?
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Lyrics:

Hymn of Yield

Oh tides, rise for hours,
great tides rise this hour,
	to air 'n earth flee I, so dour.

Care and cold and lust and life
summer dress with cloth--my wife.
Shores defined your eyes and mine.
Now sullen flows wash this line,
which banked-wide the floods of time.

Oh, tides rise for hours,
great tides rise this hour,
	to air 'n earth flee I--not I.


-J. Chalifour
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