January 2012
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December 2011
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GAMES was established in 1994 – Joel and Daniel met in a 6th grade science class and drew tape covers of fake bands that we dreamed we were in together. In high school they started jamming double synthesizers in Dan’s basement. They were burning a lot, headbanging to 70s jazz-fusion, dubbing 88.9 blazer mixtapes and jamming them in cars ALL NIGHT while parsing the landscape data brain.
After years of focusing on their respective musical projects (Oneohtrix Point Never, Tigercity) they decided it was time to make the magic happen. In February of 2010, they moved to Bushwick and started eating a lot of street meat and growing vegetables in a legit garden. EVERYTHING HAD TO BE SLOWER AND CREAMIER. From this profound environment GAMES was born.
GAMES is glitch music inspired by 70’s tape cutup master Teo Macero. They are obsessed with 80’s MIDIfunk innovators such as The System and Marcus Miller as much as ubiquitous italo disco jams and heat damaged DJ Premier mixtapes.
The sound is a blend of sampler/synth ecologies from across the globe. When they were hot teens, the synthesizer was our vehicle for blasting through third life during a time when all they had was a Daytona tape deck. Ever since, they’ve been on the chase.
They’re true to the game and love what they do. Since day one, they’ve always been about working with whatever gear they can get our hands on; most of the tracks on the EP were recorded with all outboard, second hand vintage synths and sequencers, using only a single stereo pro tools track. They did everything bedroom style — most of the EP was made during a period of time while were squatting at their future apartment with no heat or hot water.
GAMES is a convergence of our struggles and dreams; there’s something haunting about it. It’s like when Oscar Wilde says that “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” There’s a melancholy to GAMES that makes us tick, and you can hear it in the jams.
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I was doing so good before you came into my life again…now I have to relearn everything all over…inside im a spiritual mess…but im trying…
whatever…i just doesn’t matter anymore…
I was making love while you were just having sex thats the difference thats why I’m left longing…I pour my heart and soul into everything I do…sometimes it just doesn’t work out…oh well
you mean more to me then you will ever know child…I just hope you can understand that one day…
9-ball is rotation pool.
The balls are pocketed
in numbered order.
The only ball
that means anything…
that wins it,
is the 9.
The player can shoot
eight trick shots in a row…
blow the 9 and lose.
On the other hand…
the player can get
the 9 in on the break…
if the balls spread right,
and win.
Which is to say that luck
plays a part in 9-ball.
But for some players…
Luck itself is an art.
Opening Monologue-Color of Money
no matter how dangerous we both are towards one another there is a magnetic attraction that compels you to watch…your a voyeur tried and true…
I bet that if I was next door you would find ways to watch me undress…
some times I fantasize that I catch you watching me…
its a little of both…
I knew what it was to see the good in you…if for one moment you treated me like a human being…maybe I wouldn’t feel so wronged…I would be okay…if for just one day you showed me your best…no hideaways, no rendezvous…if I could see you in the real world would it have been different?
even if you cry to my face why do i keep getting the feeling that your hiding something…that there is something you never want anyone to know about you…