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Jib Kidder Outernational Mix + Essay

Musician, painter and wordsmith Jib Kidder makes a monumental contribution to the Kit Mix archive. Selections without borders, from mouth harps to Cuban guitar, embracing the traveller in a poncho of weirdness. Hats off, shoes off, arms open (and touching musings to boot)…

‘I have a huge appetite for music, a very poor recall for names and titles, but a hunger no doubt, and I go on these obsessive hunts for ’90s Memphis rap cassette rips and Vietnamese funeral music youtubes. In contrast to that I listen to a lot of ambient music, over and over, only in my home and only when I’m alone – my wife can’t stomach it. I tend toward depression, toward a mood of dumb weight, a force of meaninglessness pushing you towards the floor, so it helps me to vibrate a feeling of meaningfulness into the air, stuff that makes a good ground for contemplation, the central act to what I nervously consider my “job”, though it does not make me enough money to support myself, let alone feed my son.

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None of the music on this mix is “ambient” music, exactly. But all of it really does fit the Eno definition – the songs work at every level of zoom. And they hold up to repeat listens – this is not a mix of new favorites (well, admittedly, the Valet record came out like yesterday), it’s mostly tracks I have come back to again and again over the years. I used to paint. I used to smoke cigarettes. I was never very good at painting, I was great at smoking cigarettes, but at the moment I don’t really do either. This would be a great mix to smoke cigarettes and paint to and as far as I’m concerned that’s like the greatest potential for recorded music. I don’t really think it’s that fulfilling to write music while looking at a painting, and though I’ve pulled it off before, actually, pretty recently in Leipzig I pulled it off, smoking a cigarette while you play music is pretty difficult. My dad once quoted John Cage to me on the phone, or maybe he emailed me:

It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one, better to perform one than to listen to one, better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment, or acquisition of ‘culture.’

I don’t agree with that at all, especially with regard to the present moment where there is a real diarrhea of making and a real dearth of actual listening and engaged performance. I’ll offer my own hierarchy:

It is better to paint than to do nothing, better still to smoke cigarettes while you do, and best to listen to records at the same time.

We played a show recently where Alex & Allyson Grey painted on stage during the set. They had healthy looking skin. They did not smoke cigarettes. A good time per me or Cage. For a few days after I didn’t feel heavy, didn’t feel depressed.’

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yximalloo – jkimigayo
asao kikuchi – addition/subtraction
tom recchion – the little green thing
tran quang hai – jew’s harp harmony
naked city – the sunken cathedral
leo brouwer – simple etude 9
julia holter – tragedy finale
valet – nature
cocteau twins – eperdu
mammoru fujeida – 4th collection Pattern 16
fiend – fired up (inst.)
roedelius – arcona
susumu yokota – azukiro
frank pahl – scavenger dessert
cylob – bryozoa

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