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Crocs
in
Tears
After the end of the Dead Poets, I moved to the United States. Overseas I plunged into another ocean… of neurotransmitters and sounds… all sorts of sounds… With the guidance of Kaplan Saddock, Lou Reed, Emil Valev, Blixa Bargeld, Michael Gira, Brendan Perry, Blein Reininger, Dimitar Voev, Steven Brown, Ian Kilmister and a bunch of other navigators in the darkness of the starless night I started looking for my direction…
Crocs In Tears is my diary in this audio adventure… 8 years later I keep traveling, searching is more important than finding…
“Has the destination disappeared, or just the will to travel?”… No. Even if I only hang out in the basement, which I turned into my studio, the directions are countless… The choice is slavery… but also a temptation. I replaced the ship's bass ropes with the synthesizer cables. Initially computers and digital vst versions, later analog, modular, all kinds. I started collecting boutique pedals, guitar effects that I plug into any sound source, distorting the signal, turning the tone into a background, and then tying it to a sailor's knot, modulating the reverb into a fiercely moaning fuss, straining it through the filter and delay like Morse code. alien code. Oscillators illuminate the waves, and noise is the song of the ocean.
So far, I am trying to breathe life into the most hopeless, acoustic shipwrecks. The melody is salvation, and the words are the mantra - inheritance. No wonder that after so much poeticization of triviality, it becomes increasingly difficult to write authentic texts. But I keep trying, learning, producing. I also work with people, great people (Tatyana Yoss, Georgi Stanev). I strive to support this experimental, electronic, post rock, post ecological, post civilization project - rich, tasty and NOT fasting.
In the midst of all this noise, I also learned to like my voice. The song is the most accessible form, the most tender haven of the imagination, the daily little victory over the crushing, ubiquitous chaos. We are all sad, bloodthirsty predators in the hunt for emotion and meaning.
I return to Bulgaria every year. I always come back.
One day… soon, soon… I will start publishing things… or some night… in October – .– How Viruses Work… .And then the whole survival guide - “Quarantine Files”
Veselin Tenev
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