Member Since: 9/8/2006
Band Website: kinooko.prv.pl
Influences:
I took me a long time to figure out what to call the album, it's usually a long process and you never really know what the title should be. Ideas come, leave like waves, delicate, they break down into smaller ones and then blend again into one. These processes mix in a down blanket somewhere in the cotton corner, sometimes coming out. I sometimes see clear shapes, which I fish out and give them their desired form. That's how I see art: the ability to fish out meaning from the chaos of irrelevant elements. Only then are you free from your mental limitations and you see how rich the world around you is. We'll come back to the title at the end of the letter.
I sometimes ask myself if I should announce my work with a strong headline or rather treat it modestly: as the home of my creative heart? Should I fight for attention like everyone else or wait until my engagement is rewarded? I'm not a fighter, my heart tells me that. But my eyes tell me that the only ones who get anywhere are those who would eat the shit from under themselves. Not to be ignorant to observation, I decided the cover must be vivid.
I want to move away from meaningless designer covers, sharp, minimal, without a message, without information, and therefore hard to judge. These are the thoughts of a mature artist, an artist swatted by the winds of doubt which shatter opinions like a hurricane shatters a tree.
The title is: Alphabetically Divided Highway. I chose it from many other titles, which did not describe my music in the right way. Alphabetically Divided Highway is a literary parabola which describes certain phenomenon on my creative path. It symbolizes the development and enthusiasm I have for sound, the broad horizons I see in sonic manipulations and the endless sound configuration possibilities you can achieve when composing. It like the alphabet creating words which describe thoughts. The title also shows my story and my current state. In other words it reveals the future in the present through the past.
It also shows my loneliness and isolation on the electronic music scene: not fitting to current trends, not fitting to anything that was in the past or will be in the future. I am like the elephant man whose uniqueness is admired by all but at the same time raises unease at closer contact. The viewers look and applaud but they don't want to become friends, they are afraid of an equally strange soul and character. They prefer to see the surface but don't want to delve into the matter fearing mental exertion which can result in fatigue.
All these problems, thoughts and dilemmas are however crushed by the strong hit of happiness I feel when I perform what I feel is right. Nothing could compensate the loss of the freedom and independence I have not following the rules of the electronic music scene. Freedom and lack of barriers are the main fuel of my musical escapade.
Everything I do has meaning to me, it's not a composition, a set, and it's a specific meaning. Music is not a bouquet of flowers. A bouquet says nothing, does not cause a spectrum of impressions. It's just a pale aftertaste of beauty without a clear backdrop of ugliness where I could be seen and noticed. It's beautiful but neutral, in its naivety it wanders towards an etheric, boring and dull disillusionment. This direction is foreign to me, I see it through a Cloud, it disappears slowly in its emotionally skinny poverty, leasing a faint scent of flowers.
And that's all. We can talk about possibilities later, no limits.