Saturday 27 November 2021

GLORIA - a three part mini-series (Dec 21)





they don't take credit
only gold

peter gabriel


this story is about a little girl
born in February in a polar vortex 
in Toronto Canada 36 years ago

I can still remember her
soft & warm - she always smelled nice

I miss her








quick shout out to Alex, who suggested 
I do these bite sized appetizers
a humble offering



G L O R I A

a 3 part mini-series
december 2021

sound up - 720p
deep listening
after dark









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 optimized for night vision


ah so, pick 3 story/clips 
that kinda go together - right ok
 a seasonal offering
shuffling the deck
and laying out
3 cards


NORDLAND
IN THE SNOW
GLORIA









remixes by jim lamarche
from the 3 part mini-series - GLORIA
from the album THREE LIVES

assembled in photoshop, logic audio & final cut


featuring the Roland System 8


read more of Jim's blog posts here 





G L O R I A
a 3 part mini-series
sound up - 720p

see my youtube for contributing credits
 and listen to the album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE

(play all)


aloneness has it's virtues









Wednesday 17 November 2021

RAINMAKER




when the well's dry
do we know the worth of water

benjamin franklin



R A I N M A K E R
volume up, 720p










optimized for night vision



a jim lamarche remix

from the album TWO LIVES
assembled in logic audio and final cut


featuring the roland system 8


source music w/r. amando morabito
















see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/

see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>


read more of Jim's blog posts here 

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project credits/contributors/links listed below
listen to the youtube album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)


special thanks to GRADO LABS in Brooklyn NY
for understanding how headphones
should be made





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Wednesday 3 November 2021

AVALON.



the mystery of life isn't a problem to solve
but a reality to experience

frank herbert

 

A V A L O N
volume up, 720p










critical thinking 
and critical listening
are one in the same


optimized for night vision



a jim lamarche remix

from the album ONE LIFE
assembled in logic audio and final cut


featuring the roland system 8


source music w/edgaras zakevicius















see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/

see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>


read more of Jim's blog posts here 

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project credits/contributors/links listed below
listen to the youtube album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)


special thanks to GRADO LABS in Brooklyn NY
for understanding how headphones
should be made





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Friday 8 October 2021

GRINDER



you never know how strong you are
until being strong is your only choice

bob marley

 

G R I N D E R
volume up, 720p











optimized for night vision



a jim lamarche remix

from the album TWO LIVES
assembled in logic audio and final cut


featuring the roland system 8


source music w/alex mihulin




video footage from
då som nu för alltid
directed by adam berg















see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/

see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>


read more of Jim's blog posts here 

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project credits/contributors/links listed below
listen to the youtube album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)


special thanks to GRADO LABS in Brooklyn NY
for understanding how headphones
should be made





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Saturday 25 September 2021

SENIOR MOMENT - turning 65, a short synopsis



birthdays

I am 65 - officially a senior

slower, wiser - more forgetful

(ok I'm crispy creamed)


it was always a flash in my mind  

what will it be like?  how will I look?  

thinking of my parents and my grandparents right now 

as I approach them physically and cognitively


at 9 thinking fuck

I hope I never become that!

 


welcome to the moment






 


Ker-thunk


I’ve realized some things as of late, that I couldn’t really see clearly over the course of my life growing up, becoming a ‘mature’ adult; often struggling to grasp basics like managing relationships/family, juggling career & finances (so busy all the time) … the goal of stability and recognition.   Blind as a bat.


What I never saw until now was the loneliness they endured day after day.  On islands - isolated and impaired but still very aware.  I was struggling too and she understood that.  A primal maternal instinct in disarray.  My needs more important than hers.  I miss granny.


Most seniors experience a very real neglect from those younger; left alone for longer & longer periods of time with no contact.  Quiet reflection lasting weeks, months … sometimes years (for many) with perhaps a fleeting hello/check in.  A tough spot.  Expressing loneliness often creates a reaction and a further distancing.  I mean, who wants to be around someone who is needy right?   So keeping quiet and taking what you can get becomes a new norm.   I count my blessings every day.  I got lucky (convincing tone).


That said, both of my grandmothers, in their late 70’s were actually quite humble; understanding that their children were busy living their lives and didn’t want to be bothered.  It’s an endearing quality that I fully appreciate, especially now.  That said ... do you have to be so far away?









Reverence vs. Relevance


As a kid, I remember watching my parents interacting w/theirs with some confusion.  It was like a ‘duty’ thing for them, that they really wish they didn’t have to do.  Often impatient, getting short with them for the smallest of reasons, wanting to get away from them as soon as humanly possible.  Retaining some sense of relevance becoming more and more challenging.  We kids were occasionally shuffled off to the grandparents so Mom & Dad could get a break from us.  All in all, aging parents had their benefits.  


Both of my parents sometimes received money when times were tough, from their mothers who were always there for them but all too infrequently in return.  Of course always a ‘loan’ and of course never paid back.  It was just a given.  Grandfathers were always out of the picture … a recurring theme throughout my life (absent father syndrome). 

 


Pit Stop


In the one year I went to Woodstock Collegiate Institute (1973 - Grade 12 - at 16), I ate my lunch at Grandma Batho's on Edward Street, about 1 km north from the high school where she lived alone in a musty mid-sized 2 story, 3 bedroom Victorian on a quiet, turn of the century street.  It was the highlight of her day, preparing a hot lunch for me Monday to Friday that school year that she gladly paid for, living on her modest nest egg (savings) and a next to nothing government pension.  


Big old trees, crickets in the twilight.  I always slept like a baby there when I was younger and we lived there for a short time as a kid.  Fresh air, quiet ... night sounds.  Old wind up clocks with florescent arms ticking slightly out of sync.  Mom & Dad sleeping in the next room, Granny down the hall.


My arrival signalled a return to family ... like she had in the past - gone, now back.


The look on her face sitting at the kitchen table staring out a window when I walked in the door was priceless.  That smell.  Pork chops & Libby's deep browned beans w/boiled potatoes - my fave.









She was deaf mute and we talked a crude sign language on our hands and she was always so happy to see me.  Very simple, caring woman.  Granny always knew the second I walked in that front door at 12:12 pm because she was waiting for it, almost counting down the seconds.  I thought nothing of it.  It was a convenient mid-day respite w/lunch for me.  A stop-over.  


I just took it for granted, preoccupied w/life as an insecure 16 year old who liked music; quietly dreaming of what it would be like to make a living doing that.  For her, my daily 10 minutes sitting at the table having lunch with her was everything.  Relaxing in the living room listening to the radio before returning.  Mike Oldfield, Tubular Bells on whilst listening to her washing the dishes.  I hated high school.


She rarely ate herself, just watched me eat. 


I often wonder what it must have been like that late June, after finishing my exams and not coming for lunch anymore.  That last day of school, I waved goodbye to her and I walked home to have supper w/Mom, younger brother and self absorbed step-dad just like I did every other school night.  


I can’t imagine what it was like for her, knowing I wouldn’t be coming back - ever.  

I didn't even give it a second thought.








mona batho w/laddie - summer 1947




Forlorn


She must have been incredibly sad about that.  I went on to college in London then moved to Toronto.  I saw her maybe 3 or 4 more times (Christmas) after that final lunch there in June 1974 before she died in 1978 when I was after-show partying in Sault Ste. Marie performing in a band that winter.  


I often think about what grandma batho went through.  Especially now ... 

because I'm going through the very same thing she did.


I miss her - miss them.  Recurring dreams.

Just here to document them.



volume up, 720p


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edward street
from the album night parachuting


see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/

see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>


read more of Jim's blog posts here 

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project credits/contributors/links listed below
listen to the youtube album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)


special thanks to GRADO LABS in Brooklyn NY
for understanding how headphones
should be made











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