Edging the Aftertimes

043 B - All compliance to Thewn

December 18, 2020 17:01 - 2 minutes

Dear Americans. Annual rituals of spiritual cleansing do not kill COVID. That is all. Please stay safe. — A young man joined a silent older man on a bench. Turning to the old man, his face shiny as a fresh condom, he said: “Mayflies are going extinct. Apparently, they confuse cars paint with bodies of water. They swarm, spooge and die.” Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ,ha. He laugh hysterically inches from the old mans ear. The old man didn’t move. “Excuse me?” His laughter stopped. He rotated h...

043 A - In the distance I hear bells

December 15, 2020 17:26 - 2 minutes

I am sitting on a bench beside a narrow river. People pass me on the wide sidewalk in front of me. There are small recreational boats on the river, with colorful hulls and laughing crew. It is sunny. It is a warm spring day. I hear church bells across the river, B, F♯, G♯, E. One, Two, Three... A woman laughs behind me, I do not see her. The church is a handsome but modest. It mustn't be Sunday, there are very few people gathered in the plaza. A woman sits on a bench with her back to me. Sh...

042 B - Lacking the spiritual essence required for sacrifice

December 11, 2020 17:01 - 3 minutes

Our rapidly aging boomer landlord has a beutiful old home that getes worse everytime he fixes something. He has the aethetics of a slum lord. As such, we’ve gone with open cabinet concept, removing the doors as the frames and hinges crack off. It pairs well with our broken microwave. I strongly suspect he is of the “No no, security deposit is the name of the thirteenth month of the lease, when you don’t live here” school of thought. It’s still an awesome place, but details can really sneak up...

042 A - All quiet in the western metaverse.

December 08, 2020 17:01 - 2 minutes

We are rapidly finding homes for our things, our old house is nearly empty and clean. All in all, a joyful, if not entirely happy, process. Thank you all for your support. For our sound selections this week, we continue — “Sofa Flower Moon, but fast”. — The rot continues a-pace. I, like many of my friends and family, remain fine. Scared, stressed, “inconvenienced” but overall my lifestyle remains intact. The internet works, I continue to telecommute, I continue to pay for goods and servic...

041 B - Low battery

December 04, 2020 17:10 - 3 minutes

We spent our first night in the new rental house. Almost all of our things are here. Knick·knacks, hair, dust, dried effluvia remain in the old one. If we don't get the Rona, we'll be out in the next week. The fire alarm is screaming in “competent beta male" that the batter compartment is open. I opened it to stop the traditional ear shattering plosive followed by “Low battery” in what should be the Ur-voice for the current trend of incest porn. I'm wearing sound-canceling headphones made...

041 B

December 04, 2020 17:10 - 3 minutes

We spent our first night in the new rental house. Almost all of our things are here. Knick·knacks, hair, dust, dried effluvia remain in the old one. If we don't get the Rona, we'll be out in the next week. The fire alarm is screaming in “competent beta male" that the batter compartment is open. I opened it to stop the traditional ear shattering plosive followed by “Low battery” in what should be the Ur-voice for the current trend of incest porn. I'm wearing sound-canceling headphones made...

041 A - Rule the event horizon

December 01, 2020 17:15 - 4 minutes

Today’s track is today’s Sofa Flower Moon sped up. I suspect given the complexities of the week that this will be the algorithmic production for Friday’s piece as well. Have a wonderful Tuesday. — We are moving houses this week. This one has become cramped and flawed. It has been a good house. It's kept us safe. It has allowed us to keep working. We farmed meat. We felt everything here. We have screamed and it echoed through our messages to you. And in turn we have heard you scream. Thi...

040 B - The aftertimes are dead, long live the now

November 27, 2020 19:52 - 15 seconds

We are officially in the nowtimes. Thanksgiving called it. The super spreader of super spreader events. Here. We. Go. But on the micro level, our Thanksgiving was plentiful. I am grateful for you all. Thank you. Have a great weekend. Get full access to Edging the Aftertimes at www.austinmeyers.com/subscribe

040 A - Blue Flowers

November 24, 2020 17:02 - 2 minutes

I got carried away this week remixing “Blue Flowers” by Dr. Octagon. Unbelievably vital lyrics for our time of neo-liberal abandonment. For copyright reasons, I’m not publishing this anywhere, but you can you can download download the MP3 and a 24 bit WAV. I suspect I’m going to indulge in digressions wherever inspiration strikes. As fun as the various series I come up with are, if another project wants to cut the line, then I’m going to let it for the time being. One must endulge while se...

039 B - Stiff upper lip can-do fluff-o-thon

November 20, 2020 17:04 - 15 seconds

Here’s a hi res file (24-bit/44.1Khz) of today’s sound — 039B-a-piano-a-lute-a-snap-copyright-2020-austin-meyers-no-rights-reserved-no-attribution-required.wav — I feel like the new empirial groove is coming and it's just a spit-shine on the dead husk of empire. If I understand the fashion critics correctly the early eighties (1981 to be more precise) will be the retro-nod (subtle or not) in the coming year's fashion. I do hope we all get to wear what we were wearing when the wall fell be...

039 A - We seem to be in a lot of trouble

November 17, 2020 17:00 - 30 seconds

We seem to be in a lot of trouble. Not so much me personally, but like all of us. But also me personally, because like all of us, I've lost my fucking mind. I had this reverie where I was going to re-monetize this newsletter by borrowing a page from the privatization of the commons: Starting in December, Friday posts will be “bonus” posts be for paid subscribers. Everyone who is currently on to the email list (aka “free” subscription) will be upgraded to a free one-year “paid” subscriptio...

038 B - Old wolf rot tooth

November 13, 2020 17:10 - 15 seconds

I’m spiritually preparing for a new project. For a few weeks, Fridays are going to be experiments in juxtaposition. Feel free to download and do whatever you want with this track (no attribution required, copyright 2020 by Austin Meyers, no rights reserved, etc). If you do something cool with it, send it over I’d love to hear it (and if you’ll let me I might post it). Here’s a hi res file (24-bit/44.1Khz) here — 038B-a-bellow-a-tone-then-static-copyright-2020-austin-meyers-no-rights-reserv...

038 A - Victory, normalcy, 625,000 new cases in a week

November 10, 2020 17:15 - 30 seconds

When you go to sofaflowermoon.com, you will see a new button `- - S H U F F L E --`. This will shuffle all of the posts so that you can have a randomized continuous play version of Sofa Flower Moon. As of right now that means 14.5 hours of continuous mellow sound for inspiration, working, meditation and sleep. Press shuffle again for a new playlist. Press the SFM logo to remove the parameter from the URL. Direct Link - https://sofaflowermoon.com/?eye=squeegee Thanks to DCR for the feature ...

037 B - When the moon lands on New Jersey, who will we blame

November 06, 2020 17:00 - 1 minute

Here is the last track of the remastered “Crank it Up”. The complete EP is on Bandcamp (original and remastered all under my label site Effluviana. — At this moment it seems that nothing much will change at all, but if it does it will get slightly worse. Our heads in the sand, plus a side of austerity. We'll be more frivolous, we'll be more vinatage, glossy nihilist. Where did you get such a nice tan? From communing with the red-eye sky-god who kills us. I assume that the earth will eat u...

037 A - Climbing fences

November 03, 2020 17:00 - 30 seconds

— Over the next few weeks I'm going to be experimenting with thirty second animations. This is the first one. — There's a whiff of terrified silence in the air as all the normal outside-ness occurs. Garbage pickup paired with subdued neighborly greeting. Doom en route. Doom seems like a logical outcome from constant grotesque distortions over generations to a political body. Mutant desires that consume the earth. Will to power unsullied by self-interest. We are climbing a giant fence i...

036 B - Little Fat Sandy

October 30, 2020 16:00 - 2 minutes

We live within two miles of the ole Westinghouse Atom Smasher. Its just right in the middle of the neighborhood. It is very large and the immediate environment is so desolate it’s scale is hard to capture. Ozymandias MF. Sofa Flower Moon is now on Bandcamp (as is a new “label” I started, Effluviana, we’ll talk more about that soon). Have a great weekend! — A member is a stand-in for a human being and for the sake of this argument is assumed to have two specific properties: yearning - de...

036 A - Xd blade-head hunter

October 27, 2020 16:00 - 20 seconds

This is not a song, but it is magical. This is Fat Becky, one of our breeder rabbits playing with the Albert (the other one). This was recorded by Luca on August 5, 2020. — I'm letting more people have the final word on things. They say something to me, or I engage with some idea and I say, "well". And then I consider that link of inquiry dead. Fighting for ideas is like fighting a war with giant tanks and warships while the other side has cheap robotic artillery. The zeitgeist dies so you...

035 B - I don't mind fear

October 23, 2020 16:15 - 2 minutes

I appreciate you all not giving me too hard a time for removing all the writing from this feed in June. At the time I spoke with some of you and we all had more or less decided that: The power of my specific message is less than the power of a scared and vindictive state. It seems now that regardless of the state's intentions (short of only ever writing on a typewriter again), one needed to just assume that the state had access to everything, and do what you were going to do more or less an...

035 A - While remembering a fond rain

October 20, 2020 16:00 - 2 minutes

I have a cold. I have prepared the house to show potential future renters. Our homesteading has been winterized and stored. Covid is over. I said that to my co-workers they said "No No No No No". I said it to friends they said "Fuck No Fuck No Fuck No". But look outside, I said. "I know, but". I know, I'm kidding. Sometimes I have these small reveries where I kinda freeze and am transported to a strange alternate timeline with startling and specific details. Always something a little diff...

034 B - Will I get to be old

October 16, 2020 16:00 - 3 minutes

This article may require technical feedback that may cause details to change. I'll keep this post updated when I talk to L. — This evening, I am tearing out the soiled porch carpet. I will setup an octagon made of silver-coated-aluminum-pet-fencing to give GG and Possum enough space, without giving them the entire porch. We broke our lease by having the rabbits. It was the virgin days of the end-times, we wanted a meat farm. I learned a lot. Our landlord was unhappy but I think he realized ...

034 A - Trying to hard, forever

October 13, 2020 16:30 - 2 minutes

This week kicked my ass. I'm net victorious, but fuck man. After a long patch of terror, joy hurts. Here are local positive happenings in my area: The toddler is starting Socially Distance-d (SD) Ballet soon. We've completed the outdoor stairs at our renovation and having been making slow and steady progress since. The siege has ended, the assault begins. Yesterday, the toddler threw our ballots in the public mailbox near our house. She did it for me, she didn't know or care why. I bribed...

033 B - Met a line

October 09, 2020 16:00 - 2 minutes

Whites are the house pets of empire -- a Pomeranian who bites the orderly for treats from an old woman. When she dies, she knows the dog will eat her. She expects the orderly to discard her husk. She expects the orderly to look after the dog. She expects the orderly not to exploit this moment of advantage. One morning, the orderly finds her vivisected and barely breathing. The dog is black with blood. She is buried. The dog is euthanized. The next pair is wheeled in. — Listen/Download on...

033 A - If we ain't gonna burn it down

October 06, 2020 16:00 - 1 minute

I am anxious all the time. Sometimes less so, and increasingly I don’t ask why. I’m anxious over everything, but also that everything fails a great many material tests. We have all become the people who live near landfills. Cheap remote land invites us, later the county invites a new putrid neighbor (for jobs), even later it becomes something we only notice when it is actively spewing gangrenous vapor. Today and yesterday I smelt it, thought I dealt it, but know with all my heart I had nothin...

032 B - Harder than the night

October 02, 2020 16:00 - 1 minute

I'm breaking free of the old shared real. I spent the morning crying over the coming absence of the rabbits that live on the porch. Not the one's we're slaughtering and processing this weekend. But their parents. Fat Becky and Albert (aka "Little Albert"). They are huge meat rabbits that make huge meat rabbit babies. We got them in April. Albert is like the weak but adorable alpha that only exists in white supremacist situational comedies. This isn't a judgement of Albert, just that he is...

032 A - Do it for the last time (5 weeks left)

September 29, 2020 16:00 - 2 minutes

If you need peace, checkout my other podcast — Sofa Flower Moon. 30 min tracks twice per week of reliable, unadorned, safe and consistent soundscapes for writing and just not killing anyone. — Mike sent me a piece about what it's like living in a failed state. The author said it felt like living here now. I find that the day to day stresses of life become great excuses to embellish consequences and release existential stress in the form of paranoia. I find any perceived shortcoming in a co...

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