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Jaromil Jireš, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders
“Not since The Wicker Man has a soundtrack occupied my mind like Valerie and her Week of Wonders. It was like a door had been opened in my subconscious and fragments of memories and dreams rejoiced right there in my living room. I became very possessive over my copied version, a VHS to cassette copy which hissed like it had been captured from another world. I would surprise friends with snippets of the theme, it never failed to get a curious “Who’s this?” I was continually asked to make a copies but I had no intentions of making copies for anyone. The ritual chanting, the sections of catholic mass, the Czech hymns were mine, the cogs sequence, the acoustic love song, the room of cogs all mine.”
— Trish Keenan, Broadcast
Trish Keenan of Broadcast died one year ago today. Treat yourself to her favourite film.
“In me the rain has stopped falling. The fading light, walls barely white, in me the night has stopped calling.”
Trish Keenan died one year ago today.
Broadcast and The Focus Group, I See, So I See So
“I wrote this after a trip to the British Museum. I meant it as a kind of ritual song, how I thought a song for January would go. I wrote an introduction to it in the style of Mort Garson’s Zodiac - Cosmic Sounds: ‘A call to January. Melt in the rise of the inner solar. You are of the world, return to yourself. A new beginning is a light within.’”
— Trish Keenan in The Wire
“Read the sign above the door, it’s not for everyone.”
R.I.P. Trish Keenan. More Broadcast.
Broadcast, Papercuts
“The writing for pleasure you wouldn’t let me read, the things you miss out when you try to mislead — you said you wrote a page about me in your diary. Don’t be so afraid, you’re bound to make mistakes. No matter who or where you are, you’ve got to be willing.”
R.I.P. Trish Keenan. More Broadcast.
“There’s a place I have never explored, another world we have yet to conquer. And until then none of us have anything.”
R.I.P. Trish Keenan. More Broadcast.
“It is with great sadness we announce that Trish Keenan from Broadcast passed away at 9am this morning in hospital. She died from complications with pneumonia after battling the illness for two weeks in intensive care. Our thoughts go out to James, Martin, her friends and her family and we request that the public respect their wishes for privacy at this time. This is an untimely tragic loss and we will miss Trish dearly — a unique voice, an extraordinary talent and a beautiful human being. Rest in Peace.”
“The eyes are the organs of temptation, and the ears are the organs of instruction.”
— Aristotle