Polygraphy

by Out of Dust

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Polygraphy
The second album from Out of Dust (Osaka,Japan). Live composition capturing the spirit of the moment. Edgy and elastic, from elements of hard bop and drum & bass to world music- Out of Dust brings you improvised free jazz/dark jazz. Spoken word and movie sound track noir, popping drums, and grinding bass under woven horns.

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released April 8, 2015

Garry Lindon (fretless bass), Mark Elshout (trumpet, saxophone, clarinet, french horn), Jesse Forest (guitar), James Barrett (trumpet, flugel horn, recorder, melodica, voice) Eric Wiegmann (drums/voice/poetry track #2) Peter Ramos (poetry tracks #4,5,6,7) Garry Lindon - sound production mix/mastering tracks #1,2,3,4,5,7 Mark Elshout- sound production mix/mastering track #6. ***Album art: M.V. Lindon***

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From Out Of Dust Osaka, Japan

Garry Lindon (fretless bass)
Mark Elshout (trumpet, saxophone, clarinet, trombone, frenchhorn) Vladimir Jocic (guitar,
Jesse Forest (guitar)
Eric Wiegmann (drums)

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Track Name: Polygraphy
Better off lost,
Left to seeking
perpetual
shrouded comparisons
ten lives lived
ten lives lost
the stroke of the brush
pulling the cord
unwrapping the gift,
always beginning,
always!
-what? It's just a metaphor for ignorance
brilliant
don't get excited
nothing happened
Track Name: Humidity
Me and Old Robert McGee
—for Joe Wenderoth
I am driving through town
past the redbuds, open finally
in filthy East Baltimore.
The sun, when it bothers to show up,
even late, as now, floods, doesn’t it
swaddle us each, this girlish afternoon light?
And just as from my radio Janis Joplin
screams herself hoarse about feeling good
being good enough—gooseflesh rising at the thought
of everything having to end—now
an elderly gentleman, clearly retired,
spittle stringing from his chin, gets up
from his lawn chair to give me the finger.
The green glass
dust between and all around us
is also too brilliant,
too excruciating to overlook.
-Peter Ramos
Track Name: Polaroid
By Peter Ramos
Polaroid
Uncle Jack—
a month before the accident, standing
in his bedroom slippers by the green carport
in late April. He’d been married a year
in which he perfected his swing,
poured himself highballs
and busted his thumb
while plumbing. So there
he’d say and says it here
with his grinning mug—just behind him
the great magnolia, his last, blooming
white as a Cadillac,
red as a Miami burn, pink
as a pin-up’s nipples.
Track Name: Uncle Jack re-mix
By Peter Ramos
Polaroid
a month before the accident, standing
in his bedroom slippers by the green carport
in late April. He’d been married a year
in which he perfected his swing,
poured himself highballs
and busted his thumb
while plumbing. So there
he’d say and says it here
with his grinning mug—just behind him
the great magnolia, his last, blooming
white as a Cadillac,
red as a Miami burn, pink
as a pin-up’s nipples.