This is an odd blog, being that I rarely post anything to it - recently I've had little to say apart from announcements or unstructured reflections on death or semi-liquid travel reports.  Well, here I go again: I'm writing something messy, belatedly, after the death of Maryanne Amacher.

It's easy to make statements like "it changed my life", etc. -- and I'm prone to hyperbole anyway -- but I never articulated my thoughts after I experienced Amacher's music and in retrospect, it really was some sort of turning point for me.



I saw her at the INSTAL festival in Glasgow, 2007, as the final act of a dense 3-day sound festival. I remember that I almost skipped it because someone spilled a beer on me right before she played and I was sticky and grumpy.  But I stuck around because for years I enjoyed the Tzadik disc Sound Characters (though I really only played it whenever I wanted to freak myself out [or irritate friends]). Some of the tracks had this insane effect on my head when turned up to a very loud volume -- and I knew that the CD format couldn't contain the frequencies that her live work conveyed.