Radio Quarantine -Marek Zebrowski & David Lynch – Polish Night Music (2015)

It makes sense. If you want to evoke landscapes or cityscapes perhaps… if you want to make music that shapes images around you, get a filmmaker involved. Polish Night Music shows that if you get the right chemistry…

“Barren train stations, Polish factories at night, and silent hotels where lonely travelers meet. These are the images and suggested narratives that pervade the spirit of Polish Night Music, the musical collaboration between American filmmaker David Lynch (Twin Peaks, Eraserhead) and Polish concert pianist and composer Marek Zebrowski.”

Dark and quiet are adjectives that don’t actually apply to any city anywhere at any time of day or night. They are entirely relative terms. ‘Still’ comes closer but again, it’s entirely relative to the busiest times and what you see and here at those moments. You do sometimes, if rarely, reach levels of stillness that are unnerving and that’s when you hear the pulsing and the flow of whatever lifeblood it is that keeps the city alive. It’s drilled down to the level of cellular activity. There are countless things moving and making sounds but they are almost imperceptible.

But a city is never entirely dark, and it’s never entirely quiet. And it’s never quite still.

In those most still moments its not the sounds that move you. It’s the sounds that are temporarily at rest. It’s their absence. You still feel them there, like ghost limbs, and that’s what you are feeling, something you take for granted until its gone and leaves an empty space, like an old friend that’s moved away and you don’t speak them anymore.

This is interesting though. I’d call it minimalist but perhaps not ambient. It probably gets lumped in with ambient music because it is so soundtrack-y. I guess it depends on how your relationship with the notes develops. Is it the notes or the space around them. In this case I’m going to say it’s the notes and not the space, so it’s not ambient. It’s minimalist.

Does that make sense?

It doesn’t have to make sense, I suppose. It does to me. I’m hanging on each note as it decays into space, waiting for the sounds that are no longer there, the daytime sounds as it were.

It makes sense to me.

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