WHAT IS THE TERROR??
It is a strange thing when humans are very sad, the
stories and music they want to hear is not hopeful or
happy; they want to hear SAD stories and music...so we
suppose happy people wanna hear happy things maybe
we only hear ourselves or we only LISTEN to ourselves
Well, then, what had happened to us? Why would we
make this music that is The Terror - this bleak, disturbing,
hopeless record...?? I don’t really want to know the
answer that I think is coming: that WE were hopelessWE
were disturbed (but we didn’t have a longing to NOT be
disturbed) and, I think, accepting that some things are
hopeless...or letting hope in one area die so that hope can
start to live in another?? Maybe this is the beginning of
Making music is such a haphazard activity, especially
when done by a group. The individuals each have their
own states of mind and each are, in a sense, listening to
or hearing only themselves and so it can be a mishmash
of moods or sounds or themes depending on the
members’ assertiveness or their ability to conquer others
(ha ha). It is a wonder that anything gets expressed (or
maybe it is BECAUSE of these different agendas that
music is, sometimes, its MOST expressive) It’s a
motherfucker and a mystery.
So toward the end of the mad frenzy that was the
"Heady Fwends" collaboration record, a second studio
was being used to record in while the main studio was
being used to mix in. And often the demands of the main
studio would be so overwhelming that when we would
retreat, starting sometimes at 1:00 in the morning, to the
second studio, our music would be made in a kind of
sleepwalker’s dimension...meaning, lead only by pure
desire, pleasure and curiosity. All creations, if you are
lucky, begin like this. They can quickly turn unpleasurable
but that’s the nature of all production. So when "The
Terror" was beginning to take shape, Steven and I were
determined to navigate around this drudgery of
production, trying our best to keep every moment, every
sound, every word as it happened in this "sleep walker’s
dimension". You see, we weren’t really trying to make a
new record and we were being completely self indulgent.
We started to be affected by this music eventually
affected so much that we could not tolerate any other
music we had an inflated sense of self-importance and
belief that this music this sound this mood is all that will
ever matter to us from now on. Being obsessed is fun!!
But The Terror is NOT fun...
CHAOS, CONTROL, CHANGE…
What we can’t control… if you are like me… we try to
control. What we can change, we try to change... And so,
maybe when we are immersed in chaos for too long, we
long for stability or control. And maybe when we have
control for too long, we have a desire for chaos. Or
maybe we are just hungry worms… yeah… worms that
are a thousand feet long… and we are eating our own
tail… but we don’t know that, yeah, when we HAVE
control, we fear LOSING control… but we think we WANT
control… and then chaos comes in and shows us that, if
we had control, our lives would be safe... or predictable…
or boring??? We create the chaos BECAUSE we
have control... Fuck!! Like I said (or like I feared), we are
LOOK, THE SUN IS RISING!!
For a long time in our life, when we were young, we lived
as though there were eyes watching us from above not
GOD, but a super entity; not a super entity that cared
about truth or justice, just a watcher. After that, we lived
for a long time believing the universe has made us yeah!!
but the rest is up to us. And then paranoia seemed useful
again and for a short time during the making of "The
Terror", we believed that eyes from beyond were once
again watching over us. We longed to have no control of
our lives... we tried to believe UFOs were hovering and
watching us... we wanted to believe there was a
conspiracy of fake truth and that we were being kept
hostage by an unknown overpowering enemy and that our
only escape was internal... we went inside ourselves.
Where we know what is real... but once we went internal,
we discovered we were empty and scared and we once
again confided in the underlying truth that LOVE will save
us yes, LOVE will save us. But The Terror?? The Terror is
that LOVE is not the magic gravity, the sun of suns... We
want, or wanted, to believe that without love we would
disappear; that love, somehow, would save us that, yeah,
if we have love, give love and know love, we are truly alive
and if there is no love, there would be no life The Terror is,
we know now, that even without love, life goes on... we
just go on... there is no mercy killing.
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Did god make pain so we can
know the high that nothing is??
LOOK… THE SUN IS RISING
WAYNE: I know this is normally an optimistic
statement: “look…the sun is rising!!”…but here, it signals
the enemy...like the way a vampire dreads the dawn.
There is a time at 4 or 5 or 6 in the morning when, after
you’ve been up all night, there is sense that you have
escaped from your life…from your routines…from your
responsibilities…but you don’t know it; you are just
floating unaware of the fake freedom you are experiencing…
and then you look over your shoulder and you catch a
glimpse of the horrible solar rule - the rule that says, “a new
day will come”…the rule that says, “time marches on”.
We are, if we are lucky, obedient slaves to the wonderful
sun… but, yeah…we are slaves…we owe everything to
it…and we know we cannot escape it.
When the sun comes up, it means the world is awake
again and that I must be awake again…awake again to the
truths that the sun has taught us: that nothing lasts
forever… that everything dies. But love can burn more
brightly and more intensely despite knowing this.
It’s a motherfucker...we love life even more when we
know it is going from us...
BE FREE, A WAY
WAYNE: We’ve learned not to be tricked. We’ve learned
nothing is obvious. We know that even on the warmest
most perfect days, there is still pain. “Did God make pain so
we can know the high that nothing is??”
We can only know true great joy when it is sitting next to
pain and suffering, otherwise it is immersed in the blinding
light of everyday living. When we are trying to escape all pain
and suffering, we don’t realize we are also escaping from the
wonder of happiness and the bliss of living!! There is fear: we
fear we will not be loved...and the second we are loved we
fear we will lose it. We go from fighting to have it to fighting
to keep it. Where and when and how are we ever free....??
The only freedom we can ever experience is when we
don’t WANT to be free…
STEVEN: A key change up a perfect 4th at the chorus
lifts this simple chant from doubt to certainty- from
questions to affirmations....
TRY TO EXPLAIN
WAYNE: The agony of the mind left without any
explanation…searching, raging!!…searching and never
finding anything...trying to understand…searching, not out
of anger, but out of desperation to know what to feel.
The sonic equivalent to Edvard Munch’s The Scream...!!!
STEVEN: One of the few songs on the record with a
“normal” chord progression, the low oscillating synth
clouds the minor/major drama underneath. Desperate
plea in the Air Supply vein.
WAYNE: A sinister mechanical response to letting
oneself get overtaken…a kind of religious, un-building,
relentless, crawling, strange head song dissolving into
eerie abstract pieces of electronic mumbles...
STEVEN: The lack of any chord changes keeps this
piece suspended in tension, never resolving to a relative or
parallel major chord. The voice "solo" in the middle
explores 2 different modes on the root of somewhere
between Dflat and D. The overall effect is disturbing and
WAYNE: Probably the bleakest yet one of the most
soothing, songs we’ve ever created.... it admits to finally
aknowledging that love.. in the end .. does not save us... It
is a joyous kind of melancholy ..”We’ll sing in the
sunshine... We’ll laugh everyday.. We’ll sing cause love will
save us.. The sun shine every day”... sung as knowing that
love is as high as we ever want to be... To give love and to
be loved is the highest high..but to go beyond love... what is
beyond love???? life is beyond love..the sun shines down on
us everyday and in most of its glorious dimensions it tells us
that life is beautiful and full of hope... But some of its rays
tell us another truth.. that life is ending that things are
rotting... there is dread... that it is a universe of chaos.. we
don’t control the controls...
YOU ARE ALONE
WAYNE: “Then I have no goodness left in me. Then I’ll
have to live beyond reality’s dream.”
A strange drone chant accepting that, at our purest base
instincts, we are not about love; we are about lust and
power and evil, and that we act for our own rewards and
our own pleasures.
We want to live purely… but we want to live a life of love.
Love is not pure, it is a power of the mind.
STEVEN: The musical starting point of The Terror. The
wonderful freedom of no chord changes: a main vocal
melody and 2 recurring synth melodies over a synthetic,
disconnected loop, creating a whole picture of fear and
LONG IT TAKES TO DIE
WAYNE: An intense mystical flourish signals each twist
toward chaos. When we really look at birth, we can also see
WAYNE: We try to understand violence and threats
against us. We are paranoid and try to protect ourselves.
We are usually the most evil to those we love. To cause
pain to our brothers and sisters is in our nature.
We hold it in…we hold it in. Eventually, inevitably, it explodes.
STEVEN: Another moment of minor key self-realization
using only Wasp bass synth and damaged electronic
pulses as a beginning background. The distorted organ
hits sound like the word "violent".
ALWAYS THERE… IN OUR
WAYNE: An internal mantra that confronts every
corrupt corner in our hidden souls. We know deep inside
all of us is an insane merciless monster that is capable of
the worst crimes imaginable. We speak of love, but know
that it comes with pain…and, as much as we want to be
guided by love, we know at our core that we don’t really
have control of ourselves. We are strangers even to
ourselves. We are self-destructive and scared and never
really understand ourselves.
The last line is the most punishing: "Always there, in our
hearts, joy for life that overwhelms." Why is that
punishing?? Because to really live life, motherfuckers, is
to go all the way!! All the way in. And, when we go all the
way in, we start to smell the shit and the decay…and if
you’re turned off by the smell of shit and the awareness of
decay, you may want to just sit on the sidelines and
watch…but the joy of life will not be at its zenith. To have
our greatest joy is to risk our greatest pain. Let the joy
overwhelm us: that’s the way I want to live. But I know
that means the pain may overwhelm me too. So we live in
the middle grey zone where we don’t have too much to
gain or too much to lose???? FUCK THAT!!
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WE DON’T CONTROL THE CONTROLS