Resonance
The felt shape of sound.
Voice, music, ambient vibration—works that echo in the air and body.
Everybody Says Things Are Dead Until Someone Attractive Brings Them Back
Everybody Says Things Are Dead Until Someone Attractive Brings Them Back
by Fescennine
Everybody in performance eventually starts announcing deaths. Melody is dead. Beauty is dead. Tonal resolution is fascist now. Somebody in Brussels kills emotional sincerity every nine months and then everybody else has to spend three years pretending not to miss it.
Meanwhile dancers are still out there throwing themselves across floors to giant unresolved chords like their rent depends on it.
Which maybe it does. God.
Rooms You Can Hear
ROOMS YOU CAN HEAR
by Fescennine
Some music doesn’t feel like a story. It feels like a space.
Rather than leading the listener through a sequence of events—a verse, a chorus, a hook—this kind of music surrounds. It settles in like architecture: walls of tone, corners of silence, pockets of breath. It doesn’t move forward so much as it expands outward, inviting the listener to linger, to dwell.
Fescennine's "Punch This Day In the Face"
Music creator, Fescennine, speaks about their twelve minute piece, Punch This Day In the Face, and how it came about.