celere

In my hometown the police assaulted people that were peacefully protesting against the xenophobic far-right politician Matteo Salvini.

The Celere seems to be looking forward to a revival of the methods from the Years of Lead.

“E poi, guardateli come li vestono: come pagliacci, con quella stoffa ruvida che puzza di rancio fureria e popolo. Peggio di tutto, naturalmente, è lo stato psicologico cui sono ridotti (per una quarantina di mille lire al mese): senza più sorriso, senza più amicizia col mondo, separati, esclusi (in una esclusione che non ha uguali); umiliati dalla perdita della qualità di uomini per quella di poliziotti (l’essere odiati fa odiare).”
- Pier Paolo Pasolini - vi odio cari studenti - 1968

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title: How could you believe me when I said I loved you when you know I’ve been a liar all my life
artist: Celer
Release Date:2015/7/8
Country of Origin : JAPAN
Catalog Number:WPMC023
Format(s): CD



LP edition from Two Acorns



added bonus of Label direct sales(bandcamp)
bonus CDR
Celer live at ftarri, 3.29.14 


https://chiheihatakeyama.bandcamp.com/



track List


01.Bleeds and swell blends
02.These dreams, how portentously gloomy
03.Natural deflections
04.Acrimonious, like fiddles



Artist statement


A few years ago I took a road trip with my 80-year old uncle through parts of the American southwest. We drove to Moab, where the sunset turned the canyon walls orange in the early evening, and after midnight, passing puffy clouds still showed through the the navy blue sky. In the morning, the buttes seemed brilliant bleached in sunlight, and the view from above the canyon was completely silent save for the wind, and birds occasionally flying past. In the Needles district, the centuries-old petroglyphs were mixed with graffiti; spraypaint cans lying half-submerged rusted in the sand below. We drove through the back roads of the La Sal Mountains, and down across the windswept grey Colorado plateau.


Past the expanses of Monument Valley, on the outskirts of Kayenta, rainstorms loomed in the distance as teenage hitchhikers dotted the roadsides, along which were makeshift souvenir shops, alone like fireworks stands after a passed holiday. Climbing out of the desert, we passed through Aspen, through the ski resorts and celebrity mansions, where the average annual household income is $69,000, compared to $21,000 in Kayenta. The next day, our drive ended near Ouray, the fog rolling over the evergreen-lined roads.


Several years later, after leaving California, I put together a collection of tracks made with an electric piano and a wooden flute. Two tracks were copied onto two sun-baked cassette tapes I had found on the dashboard of a car, and the other two from a warped 12" test pressing. Revisiting these pieces after living in Japan for several years, they instantly reminded me of the trip, and what I left behind in the United States. The tapes fluttered and stuck, drenched in hiss and grime. The record skipped, wavered, and dropped in and out. Yet with these imperfections, it completely reflected my memory of the places, and what they represented. There are sides to everything, whether it causes you to change or not.


- Will Long, 2015



Press statement


Inspired by the American Southwest, “How could you believe me when I told you that I loved you when you know I’ve been a liar all my life” is the new album by American musician Celer, aka Will Long, now living in Japan. Sourced from an electric piano and wooden flute, tape loops were copied to sun-baked cassette tapes, and a warped vinyl tester, using the most basic format-inherent effects. Based on an idea of primitive Americana, it can be seen as a mediation on the different sides of music and cultural perception, or a reflection of inherent imperfections.




Music and photography by Will Long
Layout by Rutger Zuydervelt
Translation by Rie Mitsutake



Celer Profile
Celer is Will Long, an American musician, educator, writer, and photographer currently living in Tokyo, Japan. Celer was formed in 2005 by Danielle Baquet and Will Long. From 2009 to the present, Celer is the solo project of Will Long. He curates and manages the label Two Acorns, and is involved with the Normal Cookie and Bun Tapes labels. Currently he is collaborating with artists such as with Miko under the name Oh, Yoko, and has collaborated with other artists such as Christoph Heemann as Hollywood Dream Trip. He has been a part of other projects with Hakobune, Machinefabriek, Jan and Romke Kleefstra, Mathieu Ruhlmann, and Yui Onodera.

So it would seem I’ve had this blog a sum total of three months already and somehow tricked 150+ of you guys into following and interacting me. Thank you each and every one of you! I never expected Elle to grow or interact with so many fabulous characters and muns and its been fantastic. Here’s just a list of some of the rpers who have been particularly special to me and whom have developed relationships and just have bonded with Elle these past few months.

blindbravvler/ domigerium/ red-hemlock/ ofkrimson/ prefertoimprovise/
 part-time-justice-leaguer dontcallmetim/ detectiveredrobin/ bellumnati/ masterofmirrors/itisacorpsewholovesyou/ motherofthemonster/ jasonalghul/
the-watch-dog-of-gotham/ bxmboozled/ thelittlestbratpenumbraella/ flightlessgothamite/ criminalroyalty/ celerisms/ techtroniic/ hxnnibxl/ clawielding favoritelittlefairy/
 beware-the-owlman/ dhampiirs

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3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?
That’s a hard question.  I love writing angst where the character goes through internal struggles with themselves or with others, but I also love writing fluff.  So I love writing both?        

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

  • “The only reason I didn’t bother leaving is because I am weak and I rather not leave a trail of blood behind me when I go.” [Mother]
  • If irony was a living thing, it would have chewed and swallowed Esper’s heart before spitting the corroded lump back out. [Paranoia]
  • He was haunted by Esper’s eyes, the black sclera never going away, always lingering in his nightmares and waking hours.  Esper’s unnatural pink pupil dilating as it gazed at him, glowing faintly as it follow Add. [Apocalypse]