Production Language English
Country of Origin United States
Description At the beginning of every session I ask performers to read a poem made with doctored vinyl record covers. The poem is read by flipping through the record racks and is meant to evoke the object memory of hunting for a rare record in a record store. The poem reads, “From New York, to Liverpool, to Derry, London, to New Orleans, Texas, Jordan, to Kansas City, to Brooklyn, we are the ones who believe that through joy we can forever live. Our road to ruin was built with broken architecture and morality, an endless holy war upon the enchantment of desire and the wild romance of beauty. Some people sing life’s hard and then you die tha nothin’ matters and what if it did. The ultimate sin is giving up. People like us must learn and sing a song of resistance. Together we will make a joyful noise in the dark. Our wild and magic songs will never die.” Olivia loved the poem. A well-spoken and energetic performer, she saw Never Records at BAM as a chance to invite strangers to become a part of a chorus on her track Native New Yorker and so we got a group of three gallery goers to record with us along with Jonathan Toscano on electric bass. I love what she said during the part of the session where I teach cutting that, “resonance occurs when waves align.” Her track is infectious.