We’re waiting now for the designer to finish the concepts for the new album. But while she is doing her work, we are glad to announce that a very first downloadble song is now available via project’s reverbnation page!
Let’s make our waiting a bit more colorful with this piece of music together.
Just click this link and join us on the musical journey to the wicked love stories!
Got the templates of the artworks for the booklet and the cover conceptions, first birds of the spring. Despite that I’m extremely excited to share them with you already, I was asked to wait for more ready material from the artist before setting em ready. We are going to discuss the final versions of artworks by the next weekend, and as soon as I have the definite versions in my hands I’m gonna publish one more full song from the upcoming album along with some artwork examples.
Just to tease you a bit the upcoming song is called Fog Vision.
Hamlet,
Transport Aerian Project.
EDGING.
Dear friends, music lovers and even random passers by!
Now, having in my hands the master of Transport Aerian’s new album, I dare to ask for a word to reveal some more background considerations and what it is all about. As I was drawn into almost three years of creative self-exile (not counting endless side projects, some of which even went considerably successful), I do have more than enough to say to those who are willing to listen. That has always been my biggest motto in making music, as I never believed and above that, I stand against music crafting as it was making chairs or tables – comfortable to sit but pathetically trivial. Before I go to the details, and the details which you will – I hope – note and hear yourself as you’ll have the physical copy in your hands or the digital one up in your computer or some other engineering miracle, I would like to state that this is probably the best and most desperate shout out I’ve ever dared to do. Throughout all these years and ever. I have my reasons to say so.
Music, in the shape it is now is surviving the renaissance. Why do I say ‘surviving?’ Because it does. The incredible diversity of genres and sub-genres tears the audience apart, the incredible mass of information damps and destroys every wave of sound. We don’t have support here, it is difficult to be heard. In a sense, when I started the recording sessions and put things together I was not sure if I’m not even shouting in a completely empty desert. After a while, letting myself be blind to the conditions I just did what I felt like doing, ironically, to discover I’m not alone here. It is very fortunate, but there was still a second important insight to discover in process of working, which I must share with you to understand the background a bit better and therefore being able to commit to music not only as it is, but as well as it was intended to. This insight caused me to set up several statements regarding which, I believe many of you had questions: I call what I’m doing now ‘anti-music’. This is global. The music in the form as it is perceived by many now tends to create one big information field, which has no significant borders, neither it has much of the meaning. At the same time, paradoxally, such comes together with the extreme genre diversity, and in the conditions of modern world it is merely impossible to reach out for the hearing ears or helping hands without bordering or edging your music. I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that. Above all that, what I hear and what I see around me in this musical continuum doesn’t make me feel like I have anything to do with that. That’s why I had no chance but calling what I do ‘anti-music’, by that edging the genre and destroying any possible commitment to any existing genre at the same time.
I don’t want to make an excited description to what appeared to be ‘BLEEDING’ album. I knew it was going to be a great piece of poetry wrapped in the sounding constraints and shaped into the physical form with conceptual photographs and artworks right from the start. What I want to say here, is that this conceptual piece of art is my statement. And you, if you want to take a part in weaving of imagination and let another drop of the art survive drowning in the ocean of noisy silence can help me out.
And as I consider the release dates around the very beginning of early summer, you will be able to do that already very soon.
Kind regards,
Hamlet Transportinae,
Transport Aerian Project.
”…Without love we all are just mortals,
Without trust we all are alone…”
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Loneliness as a heavy cloud,
Wind is strong in this place,
And I’m not sure what
Would help from this cold.
I hoped, I’d survive it,
But where are you now,
And such words as ‘dare’
Are printed on the gray stone,
Like an answer ‘no’,
Or like the silent look ‘yes’.
We climbed up the rocks
Of your gray perfume-shaped
Triangle town as three rivers flowed,
And I fought with myself
To forget how time does.
Learning the gesture language
Could save from the curve of speech,
A speech into virtue
As we shared the bed
And my hand clutches at handhold
In railroad’s mourn,
As if it was your hand.
Once found, but as a word said,
It remains unspoken.
With the warm smile on mind
That I forgot I once had,
I’m awakening from the sleep,
And calming down ghosts,
Which watch from above,
For a chance to look into gray
Eyes of our child.
There might be no future…
No rest, nor point of return,
The truth is close,yet it’s so far away.
And as I watch the colors of winter fade,
I make my heart beat in your sake,
And I know that this shall stay out of the questions.
(c) Triangle Town,
Transport Aerian Project,
Bleeding 2013.
