#after a 7.5 hour redeye

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

#my flight got delayed but we’re finally abt to board #Ive been in this airport for 5 hours #after a 7.5 hour redeye #and before that was 3 hours in the airport because I like to have plenty of time for international flights #and I have an hour of plane and an hour of train before the hotel #I am so tired #I had a rly good pretzel and a rly good donut at the Munich airport tho #the plane food was so fire ngl #Lufthansa for the fucking win #It was this rly well seasoned beef stew and mashed potatoes and vegetables and quinoa salad and a roll and cheese and crackers and dessert #I couldn’t eat it all needless to say but yeah no I’m so impressed with them #we’ve had delays and stuff but instead of “stand at the counter and figure it out bitch no refunds” #it’s “your other flight got cancelled so we’ve automatically rebooked you for the next one and given each of yall €10 vouchers for lunch” #I’m quite pleased #I wanna be a pilot and I wanna get out of America so ya never know maybe I’ll end up flying for them 😌😌😌 #I’d need to learn German tho that’d be pretty important lmao

[ousooo]

out now: JULIAN SARTORIUS - LOCKED GROOVES

JULIAN SARTORIUS — LOCKED GROOVES — OUS035 — Vinyl LP + digital

Release: July 9, 2021 Format: vinyl LP + digital Order on Bandcamp / Kuods / Boomkat / Redeye / Juno / Tower Japan Listen on Spotify / Apple Music

«These highly condensed compositions can be explored like land-scapes: distinct places defined by the forces at play.» - Julian Sartorius

Julian Sartorius aims to test infinity. Focussing on reduction and repetition, the versatile artist, drummer, and percussionist has recorded an album capable of suspending time. Exploring the potential of a repertoire performed under rigorous conditions and regulated by a loop length of 1.8 seconds, Sartorius responds with a disciplined focus on tonal nuances, micro expressions and shifting time signatures.

The 112 locked grooves of this album — or 112 one-minute loops on the digital release — unveil an abundance of rhythmic forms, some vigorous, some frail, others impulsive, alluring, and adrift. Sartorius’ precise, multi-layered rhythmical patterns are incisive excursions into the hidden tones of found objects and prepared instruments, concise arrangements which bridge the gap between sound art and the vocabulary of (experimental) electronic music.

On ‘Locked Grooves’ Sartorius interrogates the idea of a ‘static’ groove, unfurling an endless, meticulously gradated percussive suite. This is the point at which intangible structures materialize, becoming four-dimensional, sculptural, solid. Sartorius explains: «I hope listeners will experience these compositions like they would explore a painting at a museum - letting the work unfold in depth, revealing layer after layer.»

Julian Sartorius has made a name for himself with a series of extraordinary conceptual projects: «Morph» was a 7.5 year-long series of 8-second audio loops combined with handmade imagery, eventually incorporated into a 5-hour film, while the 12” LP box set «Beat Diary» comprised 365 beat tracks, each of them recorded daily, irrespective of any surrounding circumstances.

Julian Sartorius has collaborated with a diverse, illustrious circle of musicians and producers, including the likes of Sophie Hunger, Valentina Magaletti (Tomaga, Vanishing Twin), Matthew Herbert, Sylvie Courvoisier, Gyda Valtysdottir, Dimlite, Shahzad Ismaily and Dan Carey (Speedy Wunderground).

___Tracklist

A     Locked Groove 001 - 056 B     Locked Groove 057 - 112

___Release

Release date: July 9, 2021 Format: vinyl LP + digital

___Credits

Music by Julian Sartorius All loops performed on a prepared drumset Recorded and mixed by Jonas Cslovjecsek at Studio Suze Mastered by Adi Flück at Centraldubs Cut by Flo Kaufmann Graphic Design by Sarah Parsons

___Shops

-OUS Bandcamp / Kuods / Boomkat / Redeye / Juno / Tower Japan / Spotify / Apple Music

#ous035 #julian sartorius #releases

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Week 6, Days 36-39

The wind woke us up the next morning just in time to see the sun rise. I didn't take a picture for some reason and I regret that decision. We packed up and then made our way uphill. It was 10 miles to the roadway to get to Roan Mountain, TN (the town) and I wanted to get there fast because the wind was picking up and the rain looked like it would come at any moment. As we were packing up Pig Pen called one of the hostels and booked room for the four of us without really asking anyone. Anything that happens quickly to early in the morning just goes right over my head. I immediately left the crew in the dust and made my way upLittle Hump Mountain, the first of the two mountains in the way. When I neared the top the tree line disappeared and I found myself starring across a a grassy meadow covered in fog with winds blowing at least 40mph. This was bad and I did not have the gear to properly handle this situation if it started raining to I chose to fully engage beast mode and hustle. I tightened my pack to my back as hard as I could, put both my poles in my right hand, held my Snowbird hat in my left hand, and began to jog/run across the bald. I made it across Little Hump Mountain and back into the tree line in no time and it hadn't started raining yet. Now I just had to make it up and across Big Hump Mountain and I would be in the clear. As I approached Big Hump Mountain and came back out of the tree line I began jogging again. The wind on Big Hump Mountain was insane. As I made my way up and reached the top the wind was now blowing from 50 to 60 mph and the fog was so thick I couldn't see more than 10 feet in front of me. I was basically praying that it wouldn't start raining because if it did it would be instant hypothermia. The wind was blowing straight into me and even running full speed I was barely making any distance. Every couple of seconds the wind would shift what direction it was blowing and I would be knocked over because I wasn't able to hold my ground and brace myself quick enough. It was so cold my face and hands were totally numb. Eventually I could make out some trees in front of me and I scampered back under tree line. I was very thankful that it hadn't rained yet and I hustled my way downhill to get to a lower elevation. That entire situation had been downright dangerous. Once down at the road I waited for the crew to catch up. A pickup pulls of and it's the owner of one of the hostels. He tries selling me a room and I tell him I think I already have one at a different hostel. He asks me what my name is and then informs me that It was his hostel that Pig Pen had called. He drives me into town and drops me off at a burger joint to get food, taking my bag back to the hostel with him so I don't have to carry it around town. I grab a burger and then find out a little while later that the others are at a pizza place and I get a ride there. I decide I want a pizza too and end up eating the whole thing. At the pizza place I can tell that Turbo does not really want to be in town and he convinces me to bail out of the hostel situation and just camp back at the trail instead. When our hostel guy pulls back up we tell him our plan and hes immediately disappointed as we've just backed out of giving him business. We feel bad but it's $60 bucks for the two of us to split a room and we need to save the money. I can't afford to stay in every town along the way. He gives us a ride to the hostel so I can grab my bag and then the two of us start walking back to the road to hitch hike to the trail. As we are walking down the dirt road a different pickup pulls up and the kid inside tells us to hop in. This kid is doing work for stay for the hostel owner as a shuttle driver while an ankle injury heals. I guess he's seen us walking down the driveway and didn't want us to have to walk all the way back to the trail. This only makes us feel even more bad about bailing out on the hostel. Back at the trailhead we decide we want to look for crayfish in the broom and we end up catching ten of them and also a green frog. We set up camp a half mile up trail and make ourselves a lovely dinner. Even though it rained for most of the eve being we still had a good time by the fire listening to music and talking about all sorts of nonsense. We fell asleep to the sound of the rain. The next morning I packed up and went back into town to go to the post office to pick up Maddies package and to get some more food. Turbo decides he's going to push onward and I say goodbye. At the roadway I start walking towards town with my thumb out and a guy in a shiny Mustang picks me up and drops me off at the post office. I go inside and find out that the package hasn't arrived yet. They guy behind the counter informs me that the mail can be quite slow in the mountains and that it may not even arrive until Monday... today's Friday. I decide it would be best not to wait around for another day and ask them to bump it to Damascus so I can get it there. I head out of the post office and down the road less than a quarter mile to the burger place I'd eaten at the day before. I grab another burger, a chili dog, a large tot, and coffee and I relax there for an hour or two charging all my devices and talking to some of the other customers inside. Before I leave I decide I want a vanilla soft serve ice cream and the guy behind the counter hands me the literal biggest ice cream I've ever had in my entire life. I couldn't even finish the whole thing and I tried as hard as I could. I left the burger place and crossed the street to grab a few resupply items at the mini mart. An older couple gave me a ride back to the trailhead and I begin the 9 miles to the next shelter. I didn't see a single person the entire way to the next shelter, which was honestly a little creepy, but I did find 3 Miller High Life's sitting in a cold stream which was gold mine of a find. At the shelter I decided to push on another mile and a half to a campsite. At the campsite I was all alone and I set up my tent and got inside, stripping all my wet clothes off and climbing into my dry sleeping bag. Dinner was cooked out of the tents vestibule and I went to bed early. I spent the entire next morning in my tent thinning out my photo collection and writing out the past few days blog posts. It was cold and wet and I finally started hiking at noon. Even though I got on the trail late, once I got moving I decided I wanted to do a high mile day. I hiked fast, crossing lots of streams and passing many waterfalls/cascades throughout this section of trail and accomplishing 7.5 miles in 2 hours. I came upon a Big Agnes single tent and there was Turbo popping his head out. He said he could here me humming and singing to myself from a bit away. Dynamo, one of my favorite groups, just released their 3rd album, "Celina," the day before so I was listening to it on infinite repeat. I plopped down on the ground next to Turbo's tent to chill for about 25 minutes have lunch. Lunch was a Spam and mustard roll up. I guess he was taking a zero day in his tent, doing riddles, listening to podcasts and eating lots of snacks. Apparently there was a road, Dennis Cove Road, 8 miles ahead and I decided I wanted to try to get there by 4:30. I said bye to Turbo and pushed on at 2:30 going the same as before lunch. It turned into quite the foggy day 4 miles in. I managed to make it to the roadway at 4:50. Little slower than I wanted but everything happens for a reason. I didn't even know what I wanted to do when I got to the roadway but I took maybe 5 steps and a big Suburban pulls up next to me and the guy asks me if I want a ride, no hitch hiking needed. I hop in and he asks me where I'm going. I tell him I don't really know, all I really wanted to do was charge my electronics and get treats. Onion and I have started using treats as a generic word for anything. Treats could be a cold soda, candy, coffee, a cheeseburger, pizza, beer, fruit, iced tea, whatever. When I get to a roadway I want to get a treat. He tells me he'll take me a gas station at the bottom of the road and that he'll drive me back after too. Awesome. We chat it up the whole way there and after I come out of the gas station he tells me he was going to duck hunt the next morning on that same road and if I'd like I could just stay at his place and he'll bring me back in the morning. Even more awesome. We drive to Bryson City and finally exchange names on the way, something that hadn't come up yet, his was Tommy. Tommy's roommates are out of town so there's a spare bed for me to stay in. I get a chance to shower with real soaps/shampoo, do all my laundry, hang up my tent to dry in the garage, dry out my shoes, and reorganize my pack. He gave me Cotten clothes to wear, something I didn't realize I kind of missed, and took me out for a BBQ dinner. Some people in this world are just too nice. That evening we watched some hockey and hung out, heading to bed around 10:30. I stayed up till midnight utilizing the lightning fast service in Bryson City. Such a good day. I woke up at 6:50 the next morning and went downstairs. Tommy had decided he was going to fly fish instead of duck hunting and was doing a few things to prepare. I had a bowl of Cocoa Rice Krispies and a cup of coffee. Tommy ends up gathering a few things for me to take like a good luck buckeye seed pod, a few safety pins, rubber bands, twist ties, a keychain ring to better secure my thru-hiker tag, some paracord, and a banana and apple to pack out. On the way back to the trailhead he stops at a supermarket so I can resupply what I need. I grabbed a few things I didn't need too. Treats. Once at the trail head Tommy drops me off, I give him my contact info, and we hug it out. Some people are just too nice. Thanks again Tommy if you are reading this, you're the man! He pulls away and maybe 30 seconds later a different car pulls up and out hops RedEye being shuttled back from a hostel. Everything happens for a reason on the AT. If I hadn't hustled the day before I wouldn't have met Tommy and if he hadn't dropped me off exactly then I wouldn't have run into RedEye. We head off down the trail and my pack is a bazillion pounds but it's okay because treats. It's also a beautiful day out and Laurel Falls is up ahead. Laurel Falls is the largest waterfall in Tennessee and it's pretty intense. We stopped there for a bit to appreciate it. The trail then winds down along the river before heading up 2,000 feet over 2.5 miles and then back down 2,000 feet over 2.5 miles. A PUD, a pointless up and down. Me and RedEye trekked over the viewless PUD and then had lunch with this kid (who's Trail name I can't remember) at a picnic table alongside Watauga Lake. It is an earth dammed lake and the blast marks in the sides of the mountains are insane. I could only imagine what it would have been like to have witnessed the blasting. After lunch we hiked around the lake, over the dam, and then up onto the mountain ridge line, listening to "Celina" on the Bluetooth speaker to power us uphill. We reached Vandeventer shelter around 6:30 making it a 17.6 mile day. Made dinner, which was oriental ramen noodles, coleslaw mix (red/green cabbage and carrots), and bagged chicken, and ate while enjoying the amazing views of the sun setting over the lake. Onion showed up late after doing a 24 mile day and somehow squeezed his tent in next to me and RedEye and the shelter. It was quite comical. Slept well despite the wind.

#appalachiantrail #appalachiantrail2017