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Zajok a nappaliból – Traxelektor 2024. 01.

Mivel hagyománya van annak, hogy naptárilag záródik az év, és a Top 12 az ünnepek között, a Grand Traxelektorok Újév körül érkeznek, létezik 13. havi, sőt néha 14. havi Traxelektor is a tavalyi felvételekből. (gyúcsány ezt is elvenné) Ezek legjobbjai pedig hozzáadódnak a Grand hármashoz. Decemberben a megjelenések terén is rendre bezuhanás van, ergo ilyenkor keletkezik némi vákuum. Ezt pedig, afféle visszatekintéssel, visszakereséssel szoktam pótolni. Vagyis nem csak november/decemberi kiadványokról olvashattok majd. Ugyanis mindig vannak olyan lemezek, amik elbújnak, kevésbé tűnnek fel. Az egyik ismert zenei korbendallasing a szerzői kiadás. Na azzal olyan ködbe lehet burkolózni, hogy nincs az a spotify, ami oda elvilágít! Bandcamping!

2023

Emlékszem, feltűnt január elején, hogy milyen sok a halálhír? Persze tudjuk, telente a kaszás mindig duplán arat. Szomorú veszteség, John Juan Mendez, vagy ahogy jobban ismerjük Silent Servant hagyta maga mögött világunkat, egészen váratlanul. A hardcore az egészben, hogy hármasban, a feleségével Simone Linggel és a industrial-wave banda, The Soft Moon frontjával, Luis Vasquezzel együtt sikerült túltekerni a potit. Megint arat a fentanil. Juan Különleges előadó volt, az általa játszott technon érződött a kortárs kulturális hatás, posztpunk, industrial, ebm, new wave – ezek mind ott zizegtek szerzeményeiben. Nagyon sokakat inspirált, a Sandwell District kollektíva (Regis, Female, Function) tagja volt. Lucy-vel, Svreca-val, Broken English Club-bal, Marcel Dettmannal, Phase Fatale-lal, Santiago Salazarral közös munkái övezik szólólemezeit. Személyes kedvencem tőle a 2012-es Negative Fascination album. A legzavarbaejtőbb, hogy a berlini Tresornál tavaly év vége felé látott napvilágot In Memoriam című négy hibátlan felvételt tartalmazó EP-je, mely egyfajta visszatekintés, összegzés, újragondolása annak a 30 éves pályafutásnak, amit maga mögött tudhat. Szóval kezedbe a jegyzőtömb, aláhúzod, nyugodtan összeadod, leellenőrzöd, majd hirtelen elfolyik a tollból a tinta. Mintha a Coen-ek írták volna. Az IM tehát nem posztumusz, hanem prehumusz lemez.

Négy mondatban intézte el a tavalyi évet a Black Merlin. A Distance EP pazarul példázza a kevés beszédű ember szavának súlyát. („A távolságot, mint üveggolyót, megkapod...”) A Black Merlin ezúttal olyan tájon kanyarog, hogy a bal parton technoland dübörög, a jobbon trance-re ropják predatorszerkóban. George Thompsonnak mindegy a műfaj, a terep, ő önazonos, művei nagyívűek és pontosak.

A „Ki a kockább Sheffieldben” verseny erős mezőnyében, pusztán a névválasztással az élmezőnybe lőtte magát a Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan. A prestoni születésű, Rumfordban és Warringtonban felnőtt Gordon Chapman-Fox tulajdonképpen azt hozza létre, amiért a magamfajta blackdogos imádkozik. A lemezei között nincs sok különbség, és még a borítók is szigorúan arculatot követnek. Ellenben mindegyikük egész, önnön rendszerében tökéletes, már amennyire egy kocka kocka, ha oldalainak száma 5,7 és 6,3 között ingadozik. A szürke és pasztelszínű Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan tereiben jó lenni, ez az ambient legfőbb lakmusza. Persze a WRNTDP-nél az ambient csak alap. A The Nation's Most Central Location album erre az ambientre épült minimaltechno, brainmusic és trance modifikátorokkal, melyek néha olyan kisebb csodákat tesznek, mint a London's Moving Our Way. A kilencvenes évek mixmaster morris-alex pattersoni space-ambient trance-ét sikerült hibátlanul újra kikeverni, Londont meg az interstallerbe kil��ni. Ha pedig az igazi ambient-live élményre vágysz, egy másik tavalyi WRNTDP albumról, a Moonbuilding Exclusive Live Set-et tessék meghallgatni, na nem a Spotify-on, hanem itt!

A népnyelvben csak szaxofonos technoként emlegetett belgrádi Tapan egy szerzői kiadású kétszámos EP-vel abszolválta 2023-at. Az Inner Voice EP tízperces címadó felvételében Ognen Zlatanov hangjával megy a ködgép, siklik a balkáni utazós, hideg párában málik a malka tuti. Mindkét felvételt – az online-köd dacára – megtaláljátok a Traxelektorban.

Érdekes látni, ahogy a mindenféle kreatívokkal kokettáló Sam Shackleton (Pinch, Ernesto Tomasini, Wacław Zimpel, Flesh and the Dream) zenei alaptaktikája miképp módosul a partnerek hatására. A japán Shigeru Ishiharával, azaz esetünkben Scotch Rolex-szel már idén készült egy remek album (Death by Tickling). A duó Kalule Omutaba ugandai multiinstrumentalistával lépett szintet az őrület felé. Eddig se unatkozott, aki lekövette Shackletonék ütemeit, na itt most megérkeztünk Kampalába (kalimpálalába), annyira, hogy a négy felvételből álló The Three Hands of Doom az ugandai kedvencnél, a Nyege Nyege Tapesnél jelent meg. A Nyege Nyege Omutaba kvázi otthona, Omutabának, hiszen korábbi csapataival is – HHY & The Kampala Unit - Lithium Blast (2020), HHY & The Macumbas - Camouflage Vector Edits From Live Actions 2017-2019 (2020), Metal Preyers – Metal Preyers (2020) – itt kapott nyilvánosságot. Nagyon szeretni való ez a kis műhely, hiszen idén a felsoroltak mellett nekik köszönhettük DJ Smiley Bobby, Jako Maron, Judgitzu (Julien Hairon) és a Nihiloxica (Bugandan techno outfit hailing) ösztönfúzióit, különlegességeit is. Sajnos a spotify nem jutott el ugandáig, így onlineban marad a bandcamp.

Egyik kedvenc futó sorozatom, a több kiadónál – Crevette, Rocket, Emotional Response, ICI, Kalahari Oyster Cult– megjelenő Elsewhere új darabja, VA - Elsewhere Junior II címet viselő a Strangelove Music kiadványa. Nagyon szórakoztatóan, összevissza római számozott Elsewhere sorozat, de a kettesnek volt előzménye, az Elsewhere Junior I: A Collection Of Cosmic Children's Songs, még 2019-ben. A kozmikus gyerekdal koncepció maradt, bár néha inkább a begombázva bulizunk a teletabikkal a campona játszóházban, ami most össze van nyitva a a kétezertizenkettes Csodák Palotájával, mert délelőtt félrement egy kísérlet új helyükön, a XI.-ben. Ezt a helyi tévé kamerája rögzítette, őket már elvitte a TEK. És most hallgassátok meg Puma és Delfin dalát, melynek címe: Hogyan küldjünk e-mailt?

Megjelenések (2023.13)

Black Merlin - Distance [2023, Crystal Ceremony][EP] Celldöd - Pandoras Ask [2023, Electronic Emergencies][EP] Shed - The 030-Files [2023, Hard Wax][LP] Silent Servant - In Memoriam [2023, Tresor][EP] TAPAN - Inner Voice / High Road [2023, Self-Released][EP] VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa [2023, Strangelove Music][LP-Comp] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - The Nation's Most Central Location [2023, Castles in Space][LP]

2024

A düsseldorfi Kreidler minden nagyobb kiadványa fókuszban van, a germán elektronikus népzene, a krautrock szellemi magja, szívcsakrája, a hamburgi Bureau B az otthonuk 14 éve. Startjuk 1999-be datálódik Mort Aux Vaches albummal, utolsó albumuk, a 2022-es Spells And Daubs az év Top 30 albuma között volt. A most megjelent Twists (A Visitor Arrives) LP kilenc felvétele elsőre hagyott némi hiányérzetet, de talán csak idő kellett neki, mert a Traxelektorba kiválogatott Arithmétique, Diver, Mount Mason hármas rendre okoz azóta is meglepetéseket az újra hallgatás során.

Egy újabb zseniális Philipp Otterbach remix, gondoltam magamban, most kéne ide írnom a legolasabbat – ...hacsak szemem nem csalja bűvölet – meg az a szódászemüveges mém a kiscsávóval: Philipp Odd Dub Bach Remix. Match! A cím: Tears Only Fall From The Right Eye – ezt kapásból tudnám cáfolni, de … nem is Philippről kéne írnom, hanem a kislemezt elkövető Behrang Mohammadiról. Ő a dél-svéd (ennek a szónak semmi értelme, medi-skandináv) malmöi technoszintér egyik fontos alakja, a Spazio Recordings társalapítója. Kétszámos single, eredeti + remix – mindkettőt megtalálhatjátok a TRX-ban.

Tavaly nyáron már ki-nottingham-eztem magam eme platformon, úgyhogy nem megyünk be a Forestbe, csak shortcut-okban haladva: az 1982 óta létező post-industrial/ambient banda az O Yuki Conjugate gyakran felbukkant a „nappaliban” az elmúlt években, tavaly a Tension of Opposites Vol. 3-4 szereplt a hónap lemezei között. Az OYC egyik side-projektjében négyen (Daniel Mudford, Joe Lamb, Malcome McGeorge, Roger Horberry) játszanak, a nevük: Open Yellow Circle (a nagybetűkön spóroltak). Januárban, a glasgowi Optimo Music-nél jelent meg első albumuk, New Meridian címmel. Egy pöttyet mintha izgalmasabb lenne, mint az O Yuki, gondoltam elsőre, aztán gyülekeztek a pöttyök. Valami nagyon izgalmas ambientet hallhatunk, oldva törzsi, repetitív, főleg ütős elemekkel – ez kérem az egykori Tomaga (Tom Relleen [†2020], Valentina Magaletti) megoldóképlete, shackletoni suttogásokkal sújtva.

Nagyon szép a borító, méltó a hanganyaghoz. Hibátlan lemez, felszabadult, szinte élőnek hat, pedig stúdiófelvétel. Még az O Yuki-ra gyakran használt atmospheric, dirty ambient és wilfully obscure címkék is jobban ülnek a New Meridian-re. Az albumot záró, majdnem tízperces The Chasmic az utóbbi idők egyik legizgalmasabb lasttrack-je. Sajnálatos, hogy a Spotify-osok egyelőre ezt még nem élvezhetik.

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Megjelenések (2024.01)

Kreidler - Twists (A Visitor Arrives)[2024, Bureau B][LP] Open Yellow Circle - New Meridian [2024, Optimo Music][LP] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - The Three Hands of Doom [2024, Nyege Nyege Tapes][LP]

Traxelektor

Traxelektor 2024 01 (+202313) Spotify Playlist - link

(49/65, 4:19/5:59, 75%)

OffSpot Data

Open Yellow Circle - New Meridian [2024, Optimo Music][LP]

Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - The Three Hands of Doom [2024, Nyege Nyege Tapes][LP]

Traxelektor 2023 13 Playlist

Alice George Perez & soFa - Little Dogs [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Black Merlin - Aft_Xt [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Black Merlin - Distance [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Black Merlin - Morphik Uniform [Distance, Crystal Ceremony] Celldöd - Ge Upp [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies] Celldöd - Nytt Namn [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies] Celldöd - PI Alla Satt [Pandoras Ask, Electronic Emergencies]

Civilistjävel! - Fem [Verktyg, YYAA] Damaged Clock - Beautiful Nights [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Desorden [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Fiesta Pesada [The Key of the Future, SOIL] Damaged Clock - Sticky Guy [The Key of the Future, SOIL]

Empress of Nature & t-woc - Rapper's Delight [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Feph - One Way Out [VA - Vivendum 2, Fur:ther Sessions] JK Flesh - PI11.1 [PI 11, Pi Electronics] Jodey Kendrick - Drive Knight [EDM X, Electric Dance Music] Jodey Kendrick - The Celt [EDM X, Electric Dance Music]

Jumbrel - Sintidesbald [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Michal Wolski - Grounded [VA - Vivendum 2, Fur:ther Sessions]

Mytron - Fajny Dzień [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Palermo - Panamera [HARD18, Hardline] Panoram - Bucolica [Keep Looking Where The Light Comes From, Running Back Incantations] Panoram - Valovola [Keep Looking Where The Light Comes From, Running Back Incantations] Philipp Otterbach - Talkoot [The Dahlem Diaries, Music From Memory]

Puma & The Dolphin - How To Send Email [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Segue - Community Dub [Harbour Cove Dubs, Huinali] Sexo y Fantasia - Gioca All'Amore [VA - Elsewhere Junior II - More Cosmic Kids Songs - compiled by soFa, Strangelove Music] Shed - Rocket [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Shot Rhythm [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Yser [The 030-Files, Hard Wax] Shed - Zone [The 030-Files, Hard Wax]

Silent Servant - M-00 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-87 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-90 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Silent Servant - M-99 [In Memoriam, Tresor] Tapan - High Road [Inner Voice / High Road, Self-Released] Tapan feat. Ognen Zlatanov - Inner Voice [Inner Voice / High Road, Self-Released] Unbroken Dub - Acid On High [Highway Sleepers EP, Rawax] Unbroken Dub - Spectral Wind [Highway Sleepers EP, Rawax] VHS Head - Phasia [Phasia, Skam]

Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - A Brighter and More Prosperous Future [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Daresbury Laboratory [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Just off the M56 (J12) [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - London's Moving Our Way [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Moonbuilding Exclusive Live Set [Moonbuilding Volume Three, Castles in Space] Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Rocksavage [The Nation's Most Central Location, Castles in Space]

Traxelektor 2024 01 Playlist

Behrang Mohammadi - Tears Only Fall from the Right Eye[WUB003, WARNING] Behrang Mohammadi - Tears Only Fall from the Right Eye (Philipp Odd Dub Bach Remix)[WUB003, WARNING] Burial - Dreamfear[Dreamfear / Boy Sent From Above, XL] Cloud Management - Tempentary Dance[Tempentary Dance, dispari] Donato Dozzy - Velluto[Magda, Spazio Disponibile]

Forest On Stasys - Altus[VA - Vivendum III, Fur:ther Session] Kreidler - Arithmétique[Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Kreidler - Diver [Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Kreidler - Mount Mason [Twists (A Visitor Arrives), Bureau B] Open Yellow Circle - Cold Stars[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Dark Blue Trees[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Hiraeth[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - Spiral Jetty[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Open Yellow Circle - The Chasmic[New Meridian, Optimo Music] Polygonia - Flumen[VA - Vivendum III, Fur:ther Session]

Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Burnt Earth[The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Insect Vibration [The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] Scotch Rolex, Shackleton & Omutaba - Ring Dirt [The Three Hands of Doom, Nyege Nyege Tapes] The Smile - Wall of Eyes[Wall Of Eyes, XL]

#zene #zeneajánló #zenekritika #underground #electronic #music #traxelektor #intelligent dance music #spotify #playlist #Youtube

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diminished-fish · 4 years

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References for “A Portrait in Synesthesia”

This fic is COMPLETE now, so anyone who might have been hesitant to follow a wip, here you go! The whole synesthetic package, wrapped up with a nice lil bow on top. :3

For those who might have missed the masterpost: the fic was my contribution to the good omens big bang and is a sweeping, canon-compliant romp through history, told in (almost) all original scenes, with lots of nature imagery and T.S. Eliot. Kind of my own cold open, but with way more feelings and flowers. Also the sea. And an emotionally significant comet.

I had the opportunity to throw all of myself at this project and really enjoyed making it an intense focus for a while. In a way, it was an experiment to see how much I was capable of, which as it turns out, is more than I thought! (there’s a lesson here, probably...). Going this deep with the research and worldbuilding is not something I will likely be doing often for fic writing, but since I did with this one, I figured I’d share a bit of the process.

Under the cut are major spoilers for the timeline, story, and historic events in my recent fic, A Portrait in Synesthesia. I had originally planned to post this information in the end notes of the fic, but at some point, the list got way too long and posting it here became the sensible choice. There is a link to this post in the end notes of the fic, so it will be easy to find your way back here if you get to the end and want to know a bit more about the writing and research process.

The Title:

Putting this bit at the top because I don’t know where else to put it: The working title for this fic throughout the entire writing process was “In Synesthesia.” I almost changed the final title in the eleventh hour to “The Still Point of the Turning World” because of what a prevalent theme Eliot became (that line was also slipped into the story three times at important moments — once for each POV character). I also briefly considered “Always, We Were Enough” as a title, since the conversation with Adrielle at the lighthouse kind of... accidentally became the thesis of the whole story, but that was a bit too sappy even for me, a Confirmed Sap.

And while I’ll be questioning my choice of title for the rest of forever (titling things is hard, y’all), I ultimately thought the more descriptive title was best, and wanted to keep the nod to the song that inspired it all.

Speaking of the song... have you listened to it yet?? It’s great, I promise!

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Synesthesia:

This was my research starting point. Before I dug into any of the historical or astronomical research or even started any serious plotting, I started reading about synesthesia, or, as Psychology Today defines it: the neurological condition in which the stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway (for example, hearing) leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway (such as vision).

Full disclosure: I do not have synesthesia. I spent a LOT of time researching it for this fic and did my best to portray it accurately, in spite of the fantastical elements I added. If I’ve overstepped or gotten something wrong and there are any synesthetes out there who would like to talk about it, I am very open to those discussions. The AO3 comments are always open to that, or you can message me/send me an ask here if you would like a less public forum.

I probably read r/Synesthesia in its entirety, but this thread of first-hand accounts was one of the most interesting to me and provided a lot of the inspiration for how I used the emotional synesthesia imagery.

Besides everyone’s favorite research staring point of Wikipedia, this link is one I got from Boston University’s Synesthesia Project, and it is a pretty exhaustive list of research and books, as well as art and poetry about synesthesia. I have also been working my way through The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales, by Oliver Sacks which is the book that came most frequently recommended to me in my search. It’s an extremely approachable and interesting look at neurological conditions, synesthesia among them.

As it appears in the fic:

In a broad, generalized sense, Aziraphale and Crowley have a few types of synesthesia in this story. Obviously, I gave it a supernatural/celestial twist and a healthy glug of magical realism, but I did try to keep it firmly rooted in the actual condition. The types of synesthesia they have are:

Chromesthesia: they both have this. Sounds, specifically each other’s voices, have a color association

Lexical-gustatory synesthesia/emotion-flavor synesthesia: Aziraphale has this. Words (in this case, emotions, specifically Crowley’s emotional state) have a taste.

Odor-color synesthesia/emotion-odor synesthesia: Crowley has this. Words (again, emotions, specifically Aziraphale’s emotional state) have a smell.

One of the defining characteristics of synesthesia is that it is constant. If a synesthete connects the number 9 with the color blue, for example, then they will always connect them in this way. This was the major difference between real synesthesia and the fantasy synesthesia in this fic. The sensory/emotion connections for Aziraphale and Crowley changed in subtle ways as their relationship evolved through the ages.

The “binding thread” also had nothing to do with synesthesia. That was me wanting to make the spool analogy work for the body swap, baking it into the entire fic because I liked how the imagery fit with the synesthesia, and then leaning into the magic and the soul memory so hard that I fell flat on my face into magical realism. (A True Fact: I have spent a fair amount of time lying on the floor in the past 6 months, shaking my fist at the cute little plot bunny who grew fangs and claws and dragged me down a rabbit hole that ended up being 100k words deep).

Anyway! Research!

Before I get into space and history and flowers... Yes, I admit to absolutely making up some wacky shit about Europa for the sake of fun banter and making a metaphor work. All those pre-Fall scenes on abandoned Earths are 100% a fantasy setting and I exercised the super fun right of a fantasy writer and embraced the worldbuilding (moonbuilding?). I also just thought Crowley would have delighted in tying a moon’s guts in knots, and Aziraphale would have delighted in the idea of whimsy-for-whimsy’s-sake. Please don’t lose sleep over the scientific inaccuracies.

Halley’s comet:

I promise not to bog this down with a billion comet facts, but there were a few particular things about Halley’s comet that had me gasping dramatically about how it’s “A.J. Crowley, but a comet!!” Specifically, it’s orbit and it’s structure.

Halley’s retrograde orbit gives it one of the fastest velocities (relative to Earth) of any object in the solar system. I never explicitly worked the “you go too fast for me” line into the fic because I was trying to do original scenes (this particular story lived between the lines), but... just know that tidbit is there and join me in these emotional dire straits. If you like.

The comet’s structure is what is known as a “rubble pile”, meaning it’s made up of a bunch of smaller rocks held together by gravity (read: a hot god damn mess held together by stubbornness).

As it appears in the fic:

The nucleus of Halley’s comet is shaped like a weird lopsided peanut. In fact, one could almost look at it and say it resembles a contact binary star, if such a thing could be a shriveled, misshapen pile of rubble.

Officially, Halley’s comet might have been recorded as early as 467 BC (a comet was recorded in Greece that year— unclear if it was Halley’s, but the timing and the fact that it was visible to the naked eye suggests that it probably was). This was the year I had Aziraphale making the scroll that causes Crowley’s panic in Athens (390 BC). I like to think that some human, at some point, caught a glimpse of it and tried to bring it to light, only to be written off as a crazed conspiracy theorist.

The apocalyptic depiction of Halley’s comet in chapter 9 (Bithynia) is actually based in fact. The comet made its closest approach to Earth (in human memory) in 837 AD, passing within 5 million kilometers. Its tail stretched halfway across the sky and it appeared as bright as Venus to the naked eye.

1910 Halley’s Comet panic. Bonus: c o m e t p i l l s

Where 1910′s appearance was a spectacular sight and one of the closest approaches on record (coming within 22 million kilometers of Earth), 1986′s was the worst viewing conditions in 2,000 years. The comet passed within 63 million kilometers at its closest approach, and had the sun positioned between it and Earth, making it impossible to see from areas with any amount of light pollution, and almost invisible to all of the northern hemisphere.

Historic events and settings:

Chapter 6 (Ostia): This was one of the chapters that I did a bunch of arguably unnecessary research for, since the history and the meat of the setting faded into the backdrop as the scene itself focused on dialogue and train of thought. The port town of Ostia was incredibly engrossing to read about, and between wikipedia’s ever-branching paths, ostia-antica.org, and ancient history encyclopedia’s entry, it ended up being one of the deeper rabbit holes I went down. My original intent for Aziraphale being in town was as a response to pirates sacking Ostia in 68 BC. I had him stationed there to guard against further attacks as the town rebuilt, and had him lingering because he was swept away by the romanticism of the art and the sea and the constant ebb & flow of people. I never found a way to work this in that didn’t feel super awkward and expository since the chapter was Crowley POV, so it was just left it as background noise.

Chapter 6 (pyramid of Cestius): Beyond being a magistrate of one of the four great religious corporations in ancient Rome (the Septemviri Epulonum), little is known about who Gaius Cestius actually was. As the city expanded, his lavish tomb was absorbed into the city walls (circa 3rd century AD), where it remains what he is remembered for to this day. I took most of my information from here (cross referenced with our lord and savior, Wikipedia) and had a chuckle at this poem by Thomas Hardy.

Chapter 8 (Plague of Justinian): The Yersinia pestis bacterium leaves no indicator on skeletal remains, meaning we rely on written records to track its path through history. The 6th century plague pandemic is the first recorded outbreak of bubonic plague, and for the purpose of our story, a certain distraught chronicler was the one on site, writing that history.

A note/cw: I wrote chapters 8 and 12 in October and November, respectively, and did much of my research for them over the summer. I imagine, given the current covid-19 pandemic, these sources would be less fun to follow up on now. Please be aware that the podcast episodes linked here, and the book cited in the miscellaneous refs section, get into pretty grisly details about illness and pandemics.

Chapters 8 and 12 (bubonic plague/The Black Death): I took a fair amount of my notes on bubonic/pnuemonic plague, specifically it’s path of destruction through Europe in the 14th century, from the two plague episodes of This Podcast Will Kill You. It’s pretty fascinating stuff and the Erins are great hosts, so check it out if you’re into delightful nerds bantering about epidemiology!

Chapter 9 (the death of Peter of Atroa): Peter of Atroa was an abbot whose fame as a miracle-worker landed him in a scandal accusing him of exorcising demons by the power of Beelzebub, rather than God. Theodore the Studite’s letter cleared his name enough to avoid execution, but his reputation didn’t fully recover until after his death in 837 AD, when he was canonized as a saint. Peter and Theodore were tough to find extensive information on without passing through a paywall, so I took these scraps and ran a mile with them.

Chapter 13 (Tlatelolco, the Aztec Empire, the Feast of the Dead): I used this site as the source and starting point on much of my research on the Aztec Empire. And listen… I know it looks like a website for babies, and yes, I’m aware that a lot of the articles are literally written for a pre-teen audience, but it’s also one of the most concise, thorough, well-researched, and — perhaps most importantly — easily-searchable sources I found. Most of the pages cite papers and archaeological journals and I was able to jump to SO many other great sources of information. Mexicolore has my undying love and devotion for making my research process easy and fun and also having lots of pretty pictures.

Most of the physical descriptions for Tenochtitlan and Tlatelolco (surrounding landscape, canals and causeways, chinampas, etc.) started here.

Tenochtitlan and Tlatelolco were independent cities, but shared a border (kind of like a city and a suburb) and the small island on Lake Texcoco (located where present day Mexico City is). Tenochtitlan was the capital city of the Aztec Empire, and besides cross-referencing Mexicorlore, the link in the previous bullet point, and Wikipedia, I got a fair bit of information from these essays.

Tlatelolco’s market was the major hub of trade and commerce, and saw 20-40,000 people trading PER DAY. Research on the market started here.

Chapter 14 (Terschelling and the Brandaris lighthouse): While I strove for historical accuracy as much as possible in this fic, I did take some liberties— especially with the island of Terschelling and the Brandaris lighthouse (yes, it’s real!) circa 1350-1435.

The village of Brandarius is based on present day West Terschelling— a settlement founded as a direct result of the lighthouse. In the middle ages, both the village and the lighthouse were named after Saint Brandarius (or Brendan of Clonfert: ‘The Navigator’, ‘The Voyager’, ‘The Anchorite’, ‘The Bold’; patron saint of divers, mariners, and travellers). It’s still a relatively small village today, and it was a surprisingly difficult task to find historical records for Brandarius/West Terschelling dating back to the 14th century that say much beyond “it existed.” I loosely based the village off information found here, and named it “Brandarius” instead of “West Terschelling” based on the information found here.

The original lighthouse was built in 1323, destroyed by the sea in 1570, and rebuilt in 1594. Since there were no records (that I could find) of what the original lighthouse looked like, I loosely based the height and floor plan on the current tower, and made up everything everything else about the interior. The interior was based on information about other live-in lighthouses, specifically this one which is roughly the same height as the Brandaris.

The present day Brandaris lighthouse sits directly in the middle of West Terschelling. For the sake of that sweet Self-Imposed Exile + Cryptid Lighthouse Keeper drama, I took the liberty of making my fictional village of Brandarius teeny tiny and setting it slightly apart from the lighthouse.

Miscellaneous references:

In addition to the podcast, details about plague in chapters 8 and 12 were gleaned from the book The Great Mortality by John Kelly. It’s a cool read if you’re into nonfiction that reads like fiction, but does have some rather graphic passages so proceed with caution.

Yaretzi’s maquizcóatl/Aziraphale’s memento. To clarify, they were NOT the same item. I pictured Aziraphale cherishing the memory of the day by the lake with Yaretzi so much, that once he acquired the bookshop and had a place for all his kitsch, he hunted down a bad luck dragon of his own.

Here is the Aztec creation story about sun cycles and Earth’s rebirths that Yaretzi told Aziraphale. Another version of it.

In the scene in Mexico where Aziraphale briefly remembers, I used an analogy about a moment that hovers and flits away as “quick as a hummingbird.” Besides just liking the words, this was a nod to the legend of the cempasuchil flower. I originally had Yaretzi telling Aziraphale that story too, but the chapter was just way too long and something had to go.

In my very first outline, I had Aziraphale’s grief and personal growth chapter taking place at a Día de Muertos festival in Mexico. When the plot and the timeline finally got ironed out and I realized only half of that story was going to take place on Earth, I ended up focusing on Aziraphale’s brief relationship with Yaretzi instead of the festival itself (she was always the important bit). I also found myself married to the idea of that chapter happening in the 14th and 15th centuries, which meant the scenes in Mexico take place before Spain invaded and the festival was based solely on its Aztec roots. Because the plot shifted in this way, a lot of research went on behind the scenes that never made it into the fic, but for anyone interested in the Aztec Feast of the Dead, Mexicolore was my starting place again. From there, I found my way to reading about Mictecacíhuatl, the Aztec goddess of death, who was the main focus of the festival.

This isn’t research, but it might interest, like… three of you, so here you go. The scenes in Heaven (Aziraphale’s solo chapter in general tbh) were hard to write. One of those walls you hit with writing where you kick and punch and bang your head against it for months (literal months, I started wrestling with it in August and it didn’t come together until the end of January) but can’t seem to make any breakthroughs. Inspiration truly comes from unexpected places though, and when @gottagobuycheese sent me this Gregorian chant generator it actually… worked? I cranked that hum slider up to 100 and left it there for a few days (to the chagrin of my spouse) and lo— Zophiel.

There’s a cool legend about Saint Brendan of Clonfert’s sea-faring journey in search of the Garden of Eden that has nothing to do with this fic beyond being neat parallel. If that happens to be anyone’s cup of tea, the story is here. The tl;dr version is here. My original vision for the lighthouse included carved whales (St Brendan’s attribute) over the front door, and images from this story (the island of sheep, the Christmas island, the paradise island of birds) drawn on the walls of one of the bedrooms used by previous keepers’ children. Continuing the theme of “how stories echo” if you will. It felt really awkward and out of place once I wrote it in though, and that chapter was already so long once I got through all the plot bits I wanted, so it was left on the cutting room floor.

Speaking of taking liberties with the 14th century, I did fudge the timing a bit on the art created by Crowley and Adrielle. Drawings, especially pencil sketches, have their historical roots in the late 15th century, and I’m chalking this one up to the fantastical setting of the Good Omens universe. In a fantasy world where angels and demons walk among us and the earth is literally 6,000 years old, I feel like inventing pencils 100 years early is small potatoes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is the edition of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that Crowley nicked in Norwich. There are some really wonderful illustrations and scans of full pages under that link. I may or may not have lost a few hours down that research rabbit hole for a few throwaway lines (no regrets, I fall like Crowley).

One last rabbit hole...

I saved this bit for the end of the post since it’s not really research and I don’t know how interested people will be in this kind of thing. Also... this is a lot more emotional and personal than the historical aspects of the fic. This is just what I was feeling and thinking while I was writing, and this story is absolutely the kind of thing I expect everyone to take something different away from. If you read the fic, took your own meaning from it, and want to keep that meaning without me tarnishing it by babbling about symbolism (first of all, high five, I love you, thank you for hanging out with me and my stories), then feel free to skip the rest of this post. <3

But! For anyone who wants to know more about what I had in mind with the flowers and nature metaphors I worked into the story, read on!

The tag “it’s an OT3 where Earth is the third” is something I really worked to pull to center stage. In my mind, Earth was a fully formed character who also spent the pre-Fall storyline being jerked around by God and having its memory wiped. It experienced transformations, pain, heartbreak, joy, and love just like Aziraphale and Crowley did, and I wrote it as falling in love with the two of them over the course of the Earth Project, then remaining very much in love for the entirety of iteration 23 (the current iteration). “Memories that are buried in places deeper than the mind” referred to the soul imprints being formed, but also Earth’s buried memories— seeping through the cracks to connect them via synesthesia in emotionally charged moments, allowing them to find each other from orbit in iterations 20 and 21 (music and the sea), and pulling them together in moments of distress like Constantinople and Barcelona.

In the vein of “Earth as a character,” I used plants (mainly flowers), topography, and weather as Earth’s “voice” in the grief chapters when Crowley and Aziraphale were separated from each other and going through their individual arcs. I’m not sure it technically counts as flower language, since all the flowers featured in the fic were wild and growing in nature, but (almost) all of them served a metaphorical purpose.

Flowers:

Jasmine (for the moon): Aziraphale’s flower. Love, beauty, sensuality, good luck, purity. The rational hedonist.

Marigolds (for the sun): Crowley’s flower. Grief and remembrance of the dead, lost love, the fragility of life, creativity, winning the affections of someone through hard work. The fallen artist.

Purple Hyacinth: Earth’s flower. Regret, sorrow, a desire for forgiveness. The witness. These were the wildflowers that grew in the orchard/vineyard on the penultimate Earth, where Aziraphale and Crowley managed to work out the differences they couldn’t by the sea. Hyacinths are also the hazy images they would see in those moments of vulnerability, compassion, and compromise.

A fun aside! In very early drafts, the placeholder name I was using for angel Crowley was Jacinto, which is a Spanish/Portuguese name meaning “Hyacinth.” It was meant to be a reference to both the flower and the Greek myth of Apollo and Hyacinth, but my brain absolutely could not disconnect it from Manny Jacinto (and kept insisting on imagining Crowley calling Aziraphale homie and calling everything dope). Eventually I leaned into the Latin and landed on Joriel, then attached my banner to the Achilles and Patroclus myth instead of Apollo and Hyacinth, but the name Jacinto still makes me think of starmakers.

Honeysuckle & morning glory, climbing the oak tree: Aziraphale + Crowley + Earth. Seen in chapter 10, when Aziraphale and Crowley shake hands on the Arrangement. Two plants whose vines grow in opposing spirals. In nature, they have a symbiotic relationship, twining around each other in order to climb trees, walls, and fences, allowing both of them to grow higher than they could alone.

Or: local woman sees this tweet, hasn’t known peace since.

The deasilwise / widdershins (clockwise / anticlockwise) thing got sprinkled throughout the story, with deasilwise being the “angel direction” and widdershins being the “demon direction.” Halley’s comet, with its backwards orbit, orbits the sun deasilwise, even after Crowley becomes widdershins.

Amaranth: Immortality, unfading affection, finding beauty in inaccessible places.

The garden in the dunes and Petya’s travelling garden:

Where Aziraphale took a methodical, Kubler-Ross approach to dealing with loss, Crowley’s process was meandering and chaotic. The garden in the dunes was where it all came to a head— his way of throwing all of his emotions on the ground like a big jumbled pile of pick-up sticks, then slowly sorting through them and putting himself back together. There was a whole lot of Earth/flower speech going on in those scenes.

With the exception of zinnias, the garden was made up of perennials or self-sowing flowers. This happened “off-screen” as I could never find a decent way to work it in, but... the zinnias which Crowley bullied into being perennials returned to being annuals and died off after he left Terschelling and sometimes I still cry in the shower about it.

Zinnias: Adrielle’s flower. Endurance, lasting friendship (especially friendships lasting through absence), goodness, daily remembrance. This one is also a small self-indulgence on my part since Adrielle was something of a self-insert. My mother loves zinnias and, growing up, our house was absolutely surrounded by them in the summer. Anywhere there was a free patch of dirt, Mom planted zinnias. They’re a scrappy, weird looking flower that doesn’t have a smell and a lot of people find rather ugly... and I love them with my entire heart. There is no flower on this earth that fills me with more whimsy, nostalgia, or childlike contentment. Also butterflies love them.

Chamomile: Patience. Fresh chamomile flowers are very aromatic and smell like apples.

Daisies: Transformation. Also simplicity, loyalty, and new beginnings.

Poppies: Restful sleep or recovery, peace in death, remembrance.

Tulips: Each tulip color has its own meaning, but the most common thing they symbolize is deep love. That said, I mainly chose this one for their prevalence in the Netherlands, as well as being very colorful perennials.

Pansies: The love or admiration that one person holds for another, free thinking, remembrance.

Lily of the valley: Rebirth, the return of happiness. They also have a very strong, very sweet smell and can grow in cool climates. These were the main reasons I chose it, rather than any of the religious connotations.

Lavender: Silence, devotion, serenity, grace.

Orchids: There’s... actually no deep symbolism with this one. Nothing intended anyway. Orchids, lavender, and cranberries are the dominant native plants on the island of Terschelling. I thought they’d be pretty in the dunes.

I am also a music-must-be-playing-at-all-times kind of person and I came out the other end of this project with FIFTEEN (15) playlists. Some of them are all instrumental playlists that I used to set the mood while I wrote certain scenes/segments, others are lyrical and tell a story or helped me sort out the story, some chapters got entire playlists all to themselves (looking at you, 14th century). The main playlists are linked in the notes on AO3, but I may collect them all in a tumblr post at some point if there’s an interest.

This entire project was an enormous labor of love that took up pretty much all of my free time for six months. So, if you read this far... thank you for coming on such a long journey with me!! Truly, deeply, and from every corner of my heart, thank you for reading. <3

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