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Twelve Fold Chain. None but Shining Hours. An Owl With Knees. Group Autogenics I Better to just let it be. Better to just let this stainless artifact with its deep warrens of sound exist alone and far away from this life. Singer and producer Nick Zammuto, cellist Paul de Jong, and vocalist Anne Doerner built a paradoxical space, an alien world that is pressed up against the skin of our own.

All these recondite voices stitched together with skeins of guitar and banjo and cello are a drug, a thick scrim laid over this world that can allow for one real, organic moment of solitude. The urge to tweet about how my yoga teacher played like three Smiths songs during Shavasana is staggering. The rush of likes on a selfie from my hike makes the tick bite almost seem worth it.

Our effort then is not to be alone but to let others know we were alone. This breaks the character of solitude. To transmit a moment of solitude is to tarnish the ascetic soul. But to let it burrow in and remain private can allow you to learn and unlearn the lessons as dictated only by the self. So to send back solo transmissions from within The Lemon of Pink seems almost sacrilegious to me. Music does a pretty good job celebrating the communal: the shared knowledge of a great pop chorus, the bruises from a mosh pit, the sweet smell of the dance floor.

It unites us. In grave contrast, The Lemon of Pink is both a compass and a puzzle that I believe can lead you to a state of peace, of stasis, of aloneness. Like from inside the impossible room of Mark Z.

Its sounds work within the quieted self, immune to the world around it, constantly creating and reinforcing a new musical language that appears immaculately notated on the backs of closed eyelids.

Rare does music seek to make you feel alone. Rarer still does music provide such a fertile environment to be alone.

When the music of The Books arrived, it was precisely this kind of implacable feeling that garnered the album so much praise.

Richardson captured what still is so readily wonderful about The Books: There is just so much mystery to discover. But the songs shift in and out of form as if each measure of music was a replica made out of a million grains of sand. Both DJ Shadow and to a larger extent The Avalanches positioned these samples in service of the music, tinged with a big wink because of how odd they sounded in a pop context.

Their samples carried with them the stamp of their extractors. The Books, however, pay more deference to their source material.

Their samples vibrate with the harmony and rhythm of their text and pay reverence to the great Steve Reich, who would conjure melody from human speech and weave it into his music. Each little sample on The Lemon of Pink is a peek into the spiritual provenance of a phoneme. The brain begins to disassociate the meaning of the words and separate them into a new language.

He was a connoisseur of found sound and tape projects. In , de Jong watched over movies. He always had his recorder going. If something bent his ear, he had a tape of it. When de Jong met Nick Zammuto, he played him selections of his collection, including outsider artist Shooby Taylor, and the two formed an immediate bond at the joy, humor, texture, and possibility coded in each byte.

Likewise, Zammuto had a little DAT recorder and would capture the sounds of his neighborhood and whatever interest tidbits from his television. Soon, the two amassed a sample library that would be the garden from which The Books would grow. Zammuto and de Jong began to splice together these disparate bits that stretched through geography and time with one basic rule: If the sample made them smile, sigh, or tear up when they heard it, and that impact stuck with them for more than a day, they would keep it.

Thought for Food , their prototypical debut, was assembled in the course of two years, during which Zammuto removed himself to hike the entire Appalachian Trail from Maine to Georgia. It was perhaps one of the last albums that could exclusively call upon a physical library of samples.