Casey Bye

Writer, Musician, Consumer of Nerd Culture.

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Nema Reve Third Anniversary

Three years ago I recorded this little jam called Nema Reve. I've recorded a lot of junk ever since I was fifteen and first went halfsies on a four-track recorder with my then bandmate and good buddy to this day, Eddie. And then I handed out or sold for a buck cassettes of things I would make under the "label" Stir Up Your Grey Matter. One day in October of 2010 I realized I had put together forty-nine "albums" between myself, my bands, and a few friends' bands. So I figured I should mark that momentous occasion with a very special fiftieth release.

The problem was I hadn't written any new music in a while so I had nothing recorded to compile into a release and not even any songs to record for a new project. I was listening to a lot of Stereolab and Steve Reich that month so drones and minimalism were on my mind. On the El ride home from a day of tutoring, I came up with the idea to mix the two by using layered instruments playing either one note or simple melodies all in the same key (occasionally shifting from major to minor) in various time signatures, then using that backing drone to develop various chord patters that would segue in and out of each other. I named the idea "Variations" and labeled the different patterns with roman numerals. One track was guitar-based patterns, the other piano-based. I was, at the time, finishing up the first draft of More Like a Siren, Less Like a Bell , and had written about seventy pages or so while listening solely to Reich's Music for 18 Musicians on repeat. So that's definitely in the piano-driven piece.

Over a two-day period I recorded these two tracks along with the below shorter track, "Gypsy Pogo," which was based on a similar concept of shifting chordal drones and interlocking synthesizer patterns/melodies that would develop to a natural climax.

The final track, "Nema Reve," was simply a looped synthesizer track with effects (delay, reverb, deterioration) gradually added and faded in over the course of the song. Another looped track of field recordings of various mechanical devices is layered above this.

My then girlfriend, now wife, Jessa had this weird photo of her playing on the counter at her grandmother's house which just happened to have been shot right as the TV next to her displayed some creeper, wide-eyed and close-up, as if some creepy-deepy Exorcist stuff was about to go on.
My wife, Jessa, being possessed by a TV demon. This may be why, to this day, we're forced to watch so much Netflix.

My wife, Jessa, being possessed by a TV demon. This may be why, to this day, we're forced to watch so much Netflix.

Anyway, that's my pretentious way of saying I threw together an album in two days to mark an occasion that no one gave a butt about except for me. I posted Nema Reve   to my bandcamp on November 2nd, 2010 and, somehow, it struck some sort of chord with people who download obscuro music online, or at least one very important person who downloads obscuro music online.

Author, Warren Ellis (Red, Transmetropolitan ) found it a few days later and wrote the following on his blog: "I’m listening to the first track right now. It starts like an outtake from 'Fur Immer' (I’ve been listening to NEU! all afternoon, which made for a weird moment when I had to check if I was streaming audio or still in iTunes).   And then it stops.  And then they sort of go through a time-travel portal and put their other foot directly into 90s postrock while still strumming the motorik.  At which point, yes, it’s total comfort food for old rockist tendencies, but by the time they start digging power chords out of their guitars with rusty screwdrivers, I’m off with the fairies.  Thirsting Quench and the Captains of Industry, we salute you."

Then a slew of other blogs, having read Mr. Ellis' ridiculously kind post, gave Nema Reve  a listen and wrote their own kind thoughts on it. Outside of some of the larger shows I've played with bands (mostly battle of the bands type situations), Mr. Ellis granted me the largest audience I've ever had for my music. And I've been chasing that feeling unsuccessfully ever since. Thanks for making happiness and fulfillment so unobtainable, Warren Ellis.

 NEMA REVE CAN BE STREAMED AND DOWNLOADED HERE

 

Queries: Round Two

Spent this beautiful Saturday morning prepping three snail mail queries and wrapping sold books (farewell, Karsten Harries' The Meaning of Modern Art, we've had some good times together) to take to the post office while watching The Wire tempered by Amazon Prime episodes of Clarissa Explains it All  (it's too much otherwise, man. It's too much).

These are my first snail mail queries which I was hoping to get out closer to the last batch, but part of last week was spent on a trip to Chicago to see a section of More Like a Siren, Less Like a Bell  performed to a sold-out house at Chicago's Strawdog Theatre (put on by the amazing Pre-Posthumanists). I'm hoping to have audio to put on the site very soon. Then over the long holiday weekend, my wife, Jessa and I played host to our good friend and Monkeybicycle travel-essay contributor, Dakota Sexton. We took a mini-vacation, acting as tourists in our own town, showing Dakota around, as she brainstormed for her piece on Memphis, and generally being much more active than we normally would in 105 degree, 90 percent humidity weather (rides, haunted houses, and fifty-cent freak show exhibits ("A beautiful woman's head with the body of a hideous snake! What horrific accident could have made this beautiful woman so hideous?") at the Agri-Fair, drinks and small stage acts at the gallery street-fest downtown, karaoke, sushi, margaritas, and a brief reprieve to an over-air-conditioned theater for The World's End).

So, choices for my first snail mail queries were based on essentially one criteria: they had to be sent to the biggest and best. While I understand I'm likely over-reaching by trying to score John Green's agent, I'd rather be able to say, "At least I tried," rather than under-sell myself. Plus, I enjoy the close, personal attention each of these agencies provides its clients and see some marketable similarities between some of their publications and More Like a Siren. So when I post about receiving the rejections for these, feel free to say "I told you so." It's okay. I'll be alright as long as I have my free-streaming Melissa Joan Hart.

Here's what I sent and to whom: 

Sterling Lord Literistic (Douglas Stewart): Query letter, first full chapter (34 pages), and SASE

Writers House (Jodi Reamer): Query letter, first 14 pages (section break in first chapter), and SASE

McCormick and Williams (Amy Williams): Just the query letter and SASE