You are at the website of the label P.W. Elverum & Sun, ltd. for the music and objects of Mount Eerie and others, guests on Coast Salish land (Anacortes, Wash., U.S.A.) shipping plastics and cardboards globally and undermining certainty since 2004, until 2078.
A Microphones album consisting of one long song. A big flopping of pictures is here.
Here is a poem about it:
The old smell of air coming faintly through the spring crack in the snow above a hibernating bear’s winter den, the smell of long self-absorption, burrowing into one’s own chest, re-breathing the exhales of one’s own breath, the smell of squinting in the dark ruminating in dreams beneath layering years, the snow still falling.
In the dark smoldering slowly burning through all the old clothes, sifting through the ash, wiping old shedded fur from the eyes nosing out into the light.
In that brief moment when the airs of the past and present meet, at the mouth of the open bed, egoic solidity burns away in the spring wind, self becomes fuel, there is only now and the past is a dream burning off. Fragments arranged along the trail, crumbs consumed, dust blown, no route back.
This CD version is a Japanese import. It's really nice. Includes the lyrics in English and Japanese.