This track is comprised of a variety of motifs and experiments edited together to form the soundtrack to a scene from the upcoming performance, Psychopomp.

A ship takes flight. Someone plucks some simple arpeggios on an earthbound instrument. A man contemplates the night sky in an homage to Carl Sagan.

From Winter 2024 sessions:

These experiments began with planting seeds, Stephen recorded several motifs, Aaron came back with a response to each one, be it a complementary motif, a harmony, a chord progression or a piece of text, sometimes old, sometimes new. Through the fall we fleshed each number out through improvisation and repetition such that we were ready for a winter harvest.

A pulsing light to guide you through dusk into night. An escort from one world to the next. A reminder of those who have left us. Solace under the stars. Howling at the moon.

From Winter 2024 sessions:

These experiments began with planting seeds, Stephen recorded several motifs, Aaron came back with a response to each one, be it a complementary motif, a harmony, a chord progression or a piece of text, sometimes old, sometimes new. Through the fall we fleshed each number out through improvisation and repetition such that we were ready for a winter harvest.

A rumination on predictions, grief and narratives of doom.

From Winter 2024 sessions:

These experiments began with planting seeds, Stephen recorded several motifs, Aaron came back with a response to each one, be it a complementary motif, a harmony, a chord progression or a piece of text, sometimes old, sometimes new. Through the fall we fleshed each number out through improvisation and repetition such that we were ready for a winter harvest.

A joyful interlude of carnivalesque pleasure.

From Winter 2024 sessions:

These experiments began with planting seeds, Stephen recorded several motifs, Aaron came back with a response to each one, be it a complementary motif, a harmony, a chord progression or a piece of text, sometimes old, sometimes new. Through the fall we fleshed each number out through improvisation and repetition such that we were ready for a winter harvest.

A ghostly catwalk. Radio frequencies played out on street level. Floundering in the gutter. Searching for a party. I hear something in the distance. Little lights blinking all around me.

Brittle crystalline formations ring with the wind, crack under their own immense weight and dissolve in a flow of cold water.

Earth, air, fire and water conspire to create a memoryscape, a decidedly electronic call to the natural world.

We are all space travelers, hurtling at a quantifiable but incredible speed through a vast, constantly expanding blackness, speckled with fire, gas and the calcified remains of forgotten stars. We are made of stardust, our bones knitted from the powdery residue of an explosion: that big bang. The more we know, the stranger things become.

Oops! We seem to have strayed into EDM territory with this one. Enjoy the journey.

There’s nothing like the dead of winter to bring out all the cosmic sauce. This mid-January jam is packed with spooky electronic sounds, mournful melodica, bassy vocal loops and some occasional distortion sprinkled with faery dust and the inimitable voice of the late great Harry Hay.

We composed these sprawling soundscapes for our performance by the same name. This music is cavernous but it was intended for an intimate setting: 12 guests seated around a table. Catoptromancy is a kind of mirror magic. This performance and its musical components emerge from reflecting, literally and figuratively, on the movement of people through time and space, on what drives migration and on what it means to be a guest or a host at any given moment.

A mountaintop refrain.