Troy Schafer (né en 1984) est un compositeur, interprète et médium américain dont le travail est principalement orienté sur le son en tant que matériau, et sur la manipulation de sources sonores avec des configurations spécifiques aux lieux pour faire résonner la parole électrique.
Il est titulaire d'un BM en éducation musicale de l'Université du Wisconsin et d'un MFA en art sonore de la School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
Il est l'un des membres fondateurs de la formation néofolk expérimentale Kinit Her, avec Nathaniel Ritter, qui a masterisé ce disque.
Des segments de cet album ont été enregistrés à l'église catholique Saint Hyacinth à Antigo, Wisconsin.
Pour acheter l'album en digital uniquement : troyallenschafer.bandcamp.com
Troy Schafer (born 1984) is an American composer, performer and medium whose work is primarily engaged with sound as a material and the manipulation of sound sources in site-specific configurations to embrace the capacity for electrical speech. He holds a BM in Music Education from the University of Wisconsin and an MFA in Sound Art from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He is one of the founding members of the experimental neofolk outfit Kinit Her, along with Nathaniel Ritter, who mastered this record. Segments of this album were recorded at Saint Hyacinth’s Catholic church in Antigo, Wisconsin.
to buy the digital album : troyallenschafer.bandcamp.com
God manifested himself to me as the infinite void;
but it was not the abyss; it was the vault of heaven,
with blue sky and wisps of white clouds. He was not
some foreign God but the God of my fathers. He was
loving and kind and he had personality. He said, “You
suffer a little now in life; it is little compared with the
great joys, the bliss that awaits you. Do you think I in
my theodicy would allow you to suffer greatly in pro-
portion to your reward?” He made me aware, then, of
the bliss that would come; it was infinite and sweet.
He said, “I am the infinite. I will show you. Where I
am, infinity is; where infinity is, there I am. Construct
lines of reasoning by which to understand your experi-
ence in 1974. I will enter the field against their shifting nature. You think they are logical but they are not;
they are infinitely creative.”
I thought a thought and then an infinite regres-
sion of theses and countertheses came into being. God
said, “Here I am; here is infinity.” I thought another
explanation; again an infinite series of thoughts split
off in dialectical antithetical interaction. God said,
“Here is infinity; here I am.” I thought, then, an infi-
nite number of explanations, in succession, that
explained 2-3-74; each single one of them yielded up
an infinite progression of flipflops, of thesis and
antithesis, forever. Each time, God said, “Here is infinity. Here, then, I am.” I tried for an infinite number of
times; each time an infinite regress was set off and
each time God said, “Infinity. Hence I am here.” Then he said, “Every thought leads to infinity, does it not?
Find one that doesn’t.” I tried forever. All led to an
infinitude of regress, of the dialectic, of thesis, antithe-
sis and new synthesis. Each time, God said, “Here is
infinity; here am I. Try again.” I tried forever. Always
it ended with God saying, “Infinity and myself; I am
here.” I saw, then, a Hebrew letter with many shafts,
and all the shafts led to a common outlet; that outlet
or conclusion was infinity. God said, “That is myself. I
am infinity. Where infinity is, there am I; where I am,
there is infinity. All roads—all explanations for 2-3-74—
lead to an infinity of Yes-No, This or That, On-Off, One-
Zero, Yin-Yang, the dialectic, infinity upon infinity; an
infinities of infinities. I am everywhere and all
roads lead to me; omniae viae ad Deum ducent [all
roads lead to God]. Try again. Think of another possi-
ble explanation for 2-3-74.” I did; it led to an infinity
of regress, of thesis and antithesis and new synthesis.
“This is not logic,” God said. “Do not think in terms of
absolute theories; think instead in terms of probabili-
ties. Watch where the piles heap up, of the same the-
ory essentially repeating itself. Count the number of
punch cards in each pile. Which pile is highest? You
can never know for sure what 2-3-74 was. What, then,
is statistically most probable? Which is to say, which
pile is highest? Here is your clue: every theory leads to
an infinity (of regression, of thesis and antithesis and
new synthesis). What, then, is the probability that I
am the cause of 2-3-74, since, where infinity is, there I
“What was my crime?” I said, “that I am com-
pelled to do this?”
“Or your deed of merit,” God said.
“I don’t know,” I said.
God said, “Because you are not God.”
“But you know,” I said. “Or maybe you don’t
know and you’re trying to find out.” And an infinite
regress was set off.
“Infinity,” God said. “Play again. I am waiting.”
released October 11, 2021