Howdy Haunts,
I survived the “LA DEATH TRIP” (A cheeky title for a trip that managed to concern itself with little and big deaths of the past)!
∴ In the spirit of “photo-dumping” I thought I’d share some test photos & behind the scenes of our analog/film Revel Rosz “Rosz Al Ghul” album photoshoot for the forthcoming album!
https://photos.app.goo.gl/B3kjVDinyzaeJLKa9
These photos were taking to reference light and framing so Logan ford could freely burn through film rolls in his Nikon & Hassleblad film cameras. I’m so excited he is going to take the time to learn the full developing process with these rare film types – so I won’t be able to see how they turned out for quite some time. This entire process is a perfect analogy for the making of the new Revel Rosz Musickal Reckord: Entombed in magickal ephemera in the transdimensional Dimming Room, utilizing archaic technologies to enhance the creative process whilst still allowing some modern technology to be wielded as a TOOL only.
I also managed to take the time and create some shareable photo albums concerning my Los Angeles trip, which I will share here:
∴ Philosophical Research Society, my AirBnB, and my procession INTO the city of Angles:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/foUE4Zx2iRH9AiTL9
∴ Hollywood Forever Cemetery and random LA Bric-A-Brac:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/m2ubbYeRYHf3MjwD6
There is much to say about the resonance of this exhaustive Death Trip! I am currently trying to find my previous stasis with espresso-riddled typing fingers at the local cafe. I hope to draft a piece about the oeuvre of this “Death Trip” – one that resounds within something I recently sent to Derek Hunter, my LA cohort and PRS/Cemetery partner, about the after effects of the Cemetery introspection and solo haunt-walking within a city of my past:
“I also went down a Rozz Williams rabbit hole the next day [after visiting his ashes at Hollywood Forever], but had some nuclear hauntological fallout due to my past, growing up [in LA for a time], my ‘other’ness and suicidal tendrils & tethers that really stained me Sunday, the penultimate day. Its funny, I’m calling it the LA Death Trip because so much of [the trip] surrounded itself in a mausoleum of the past (literally & figuratively), an alien view of the past and the “good death” being one of transcending the imprisonment of trauma and a celebration of the “other side” of memory – or Time’s pillowtalk and humor of how “heavy” life is for such spurts of itself that it doesn’t need to continue – and Rozz, wherever he was at during his april fools of 1998, had succumbed to the need to never-leaving by forever-leaving. I want to ‘leave’ hurt, not just marry it with resonance or temporal ideas of the self, but live in it and feel the bittersweet goodbye of an ‘adios, muchacho’ too – I want both but neither, either, or.”
I suppose that is exactly what a memory is: A never-goodbye and a long-dead hello!
Stay tuned for more musicks, writing and a PATREON ONLY stream this week.
Haunt On, Muchachos,
RKR
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