S p a ce is t h e m ostimportant p a r t o f
s o u n d.
Per son
(means being) (root of sound)
Space is the mostimportant part of us, too.
Peace, Loving was born of whatever element is given to children who grow up close to the sea. Their sounds roll with the precision of tides. Intuition drives their live performances from the undusted corners of sonic history into the volcanic boiling of their collected gospel.
Peace, Loving creates the music of junkyards in a vibrant heat; the clattering of nails might remind you of scarecrows or hurricanes and it is necessary like the sawing of wood is necessary to build. America was built upon such sounds, lest we forget.
there are dark songs that arrive your heart when branches in a forest feel like the arms of strangers. Peace, Loving have whispered those songs into conch shells, and recorded them into handheld tape recorders.
We are living in an age where storytellers have to compete with so much more than just superstition. Decades have become snapshots of consciousness, Memories have become snapshots of decades. It is essential, for growth, to plant seeds, however difficult or confusing or surprising a process that
might be for the earth or the hands, or the heart.
Peace, Loving is comprised of a Shaker, foam. calamity. Sun, pot. Boo, gracious. f.ray, shores, feralaxe among many others.
Collective vision is vital ; harmony and discord comeandgo come and go.
everyone has a way of telling their
living.
Peace, Loving has so much more to uncover.
much like the first thanksgiving. grab a chunk of this, some cornbread, a turkey leg, cranberry sauce. yum! live recordings from the 'peace, loving' band. get together with your bud, give it a spin, see where it takes you. see where it has taken others before you. untitled banjos, chimaxes, smell-0-vision, anthems for a simple pilgrim.
WFR029: Peace, Loving: Live (cassette)
A 30-minute cassette tape with watercolored cover.
All tracks recorded live in 2008 at: First Church Jamaica Plain, Mass Art Squash Courts, The Points North Kitchen, and Tranzac Club Toronto.
$5.
"The sprawling Peace, Loving finish the night off with a finale that combines collage and improv action. A dude in Carhart rakes a handsaw over a 2x4 with a bunch of rusty chimes hanging from it. An ancient record player spins around inaudibly. Crickets and wind and running-creek sounds materialize from hand-held tape recorders. The band play on with a tribal, musty old battered upright bass and a guitar. Someone’s shaking the entire sculpture, and it looks as if an old video camera hanging on some twine were about to come crashing down. It seems half the crowd has gotten involved by the time the thing wraps up — at which point Ellis invites everyone in the room over to Whitehaus later..." - The Boston Pheonix
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