entundra ii: gig journal

I attended e n t u n d r a #2 last Thu. That evening, I was fighting anxiety, existential dread, and my relationship with new emotions with abrasion, friction, discomfort, and total disregard for anything familiar. This might seem counter-intuitive. But this worked for me. Even if it is temporary. I wrenched my emotions into the medium of sound that embodied pain, the ethereal and bewildering, the uplifting, and then the raw screaming pain. grandpa abelaIt is so beautiful to hear the sound of sounds being manually crushed and melded through a series of wires. These sounds filled the night in between sets. A way to remain in the otherworldly. needlemouth (marcus whaleCaptivating. The room was divided into two as the performance moved across the room. Climbing on chairs, meeting the audience eye to eye, stretching the rope as far is it goes; the boundary between audience and performance blurred. The voice of the artist audibly and visibly strained under the weight of the entire space,…