The noise chirps and whistles at you to come over, into your own wired cellar of a mind. Enter into an endlessness you’d only imagine to be somewhere outside. All in a small breadth, “In My Head”. Eliot is one of many who plays a role in the developing music community of LA—an atmosphere that’s abundant with the creations of the young generation.
Absent Fever and the physical label JAXART Records have teamed up to present a compilation of 7 artists of LA up-comers and explorers. The compilation, called Generation Y Not, will be made into 1,000 CD’s distributed and given away for free around the US. To introduce you to the artists of Generation Y Not, 7 videos were made by the even younger videographer pxl, the fourth of which with Eliot (who also runs the collective 6bit).
Generation Y Not is available digitally on Absent Fever’s bandcamp, with more details regarding the physical release coming soon, and 3 more videos on their way.
/// Video by pxl ///
My co-run digital label Absent Fever and the physical label JAXART are teaming up to present a compilation highlighting the enormous influx of young musicians in LA. On April 3rd, Absent Fever and JAXART will be releasing a pressing of 1,000 CD’s which will be given away for free across the US, and also available online digitally. The compilation is comprised of 7 songs, one from each of the 7 artists who represent the city’s music community. The artists involved in the project are:
Caves ((whose cover of “Didn’t I” is above))
Absent Fever and Jaxart are also presenting a number of shows in LA to support the compilation.
Today, February 3rd we’re presenting a show with Gangi, Tuesday Glass, and Honeydrip:
On February 16th we’re presenting a show with Dreams., Chrome Sparks, Pageants, and a DJ set by Travis Thatcher:
Be on the lookout for much more news to come.
Eliot - TV Family
Oscillating amid two footings, and stumbling into one. LA’s 6BIT collective founder, Eliot has two sounds on Soundcloud - and we’re watching the silhouettes restlessly.
Rainwater arrested itself to the lip of the pulverized house covering. The telephone weaving of bird knuckles and cables was exposed to liquid, and shivered miniature firecrackers with static sting like shivers crawling down the hallway of the spine-way. The cloud saliva was discharged from roofs edge when spark broke. Meanwhile, some mother was carrying some child indoors, when that one dewdrop fell on the thirsty/milky tongue of the teething kid.
Eliot - Around
“Around” was found on soundcloud via LA’s 6BIT Collective.
Slow-moving eyes. She looked at nothing. And spoke so briskly I couldn’t see how she’d breathed. She had more secrets than anyone I knew - stories she halfway told true surrounded by things she told so fast they were barely consumed. She breathed more carefully than she spoke. As afraid of her breath skipping beat as she was of relying on anything. It wasn’t the whites of her eyes [stark pale, glacier white], the blackness of the insides, the valleys that roamed grey beneath her vision board. It was that the black looked like wax, the wax looked like it was melting. My steam engine respiration was the flame, and the drifting wouldn’t recoil again.
