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transmissions

from

inner space

volume viii

two shows, one single

poem: "bone machine"

Pregame your Halloween festivities with the sultry stylings of Valdoria

Thursday! 10/30 at 8pm

at Landmark Saloon

opening for Taxi

Friday! 10/31 from 6-8pm

at Havalina

with Etta & the Ghost

celebrating the release of "saturnine saturday"

Cover Art for "Saturnine Saturday"

On the 4th of July in 2022, I tested positive for Covid for the first time, and would continue to test positive until the first week of August. Everything tasted like pennies and I lost my voice, and even when I started testing negative, my voice would not return for another few weeks. 



During this miserable time, I did a lot of drawing in bed while listening to audiobooks. I burned through my backlog of Audible credits, and began devouring the assortment of classics available to download for free. Til that point, I'd never read Dracula... and I suppose if you don't count audiobooks as "reading," I still haven't. It was around the time I wrapped up listening to Dracula that I discovered that the Swedish "translation" of Dracula actually deviated a bit from the English version. The "translator" was apparently given the liberty to reinterpret the story for Swedish audiences. After the discrepancy was discovered by English audiences, the Swedish "translation" was translated back to English under the title Powers of Darkness, which I wound up purchasing out of curiosity to contrast with the original source material. I actually wound up liking it better than the original English version.



Heavily influenced by my literary listening and the existential angst magnified by my isolation, I wrote a poem entitled "Bone Machine," which would lay the groundwork for "Saturnine Saturday," the first song I'd write when I finally recovered my voice.



I could not have imagined, then, the haunting orchestral recording that would develop years later under the creative influence of Lindsey and Jordan Plotner, who I met this year through the Easyfolk Featured Artist program. Jordan and I finalized the mix yesterday afternoon for its official release, quite appropriately, on Halloween.



If you're a Portland-local (or near-ish) musician and looking to participate in a supportive collaborative community, with the benefit of professionally recorded media and the privilege of performing at the annual Easyfolk Festival showcase, applications are open for next year's Easyfolk cohort!

poem: "bone machine"

A window thick with bubbles

Offers a distorted view

Color bright but detail muddled

Of the world that presses through



And through the pane is pain

The separation hurts, but so does the touching



The room is airless

And you witness

Feeling helpless

Joyless

Cheerless

Stung by unfairness

Grave

That your corpse

Should animate, again and again



You could enumerate heartaches

Curse your waking

While you slurp a coffee

Nursing bitter feelings



Or you could stop to marvel

At the pulp of your ancestors

How it writhes

Churning out ghost after ghost

Vainly seeking form

Miracle spirit piloting a bone machine

On dregs of hope

Lost in a storm

Thank you for reading!

Be well, and hope to see you soon!

Valdoria
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