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Ben Seretan

Guitar, songs, and long music
**ECSTATIC/ELECTRIC**
Super down to play weddings
Welcome to the tone drone zone
for booking: benATbenseretan.com
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Me, on a racquetball court, singing Arthur Russell’s “Arm Around You.”

The audio has not been edited in any way - this is what the camera heard! Crazy ass room, dang.

More covers to come, I think. Stay tuned.

Recorded some guitar and singing on a racquetball court early in the morning in Alaska. Nearly indecipherable amounts of soggy, dripping reverb. Wild standing waves. Cavernous sounds. I’m really pumped on how they turned out.

Recorded some guitar and singing on a racquetball court early in the morning in Alaska. Nearly indecipherable amounts of soggy, dripping reverb. Wild standing waves. Cavernous sounds. I’m really pumped on how they turned out.


Hi - here’s a 28-minute slice of tone zone heaven recorded fresh straight to camcorder in a big conference room in southeast Alaska. Featuring my new favorite thing, a broken sampling keyboard I bought from my buddy’s studio sale for a dollar.

Perfect for watching if you want to admire my butt and the back of my head. Perfect for leaving on in the background, too. Perfect all around, really.

benerohlmann:

The Wind Up Bird Matches
Personal work.

Bene does great things.

benerohlmann:

The Wind Up Bird Matches

Personal work.

Bene does great things.


I played this track on Sitka, Alaska’s KCAW late last night - it felt really good.

kickintheeyes:

Over 20 people showed up for the open You Can Draw! workshop I held in Sitka, AK last night. Thanks to The Island Institute for hosting and to everyone who came and had fun drawing pictures and comics together!

This was incredibly fun! And you can see me drawing with a paintbrush attached to a stick in that second photo. Somewhere during the comic jam I drew a guy with a beard of bees. Ha. Cool.

Climbed a mountain yesterday

Climbed a mountain yesterday


Here’s a 45-minute slice of tone zone I recorded in the loading bay of Flux Factory while I was an artist-in-residence there in the first half of 2014. A taped down, broken keyboard with guitar swells, church bells, and construction noise. Recorded in one sitting to cassette tape.

This is the audio portion of a video piece I contributed to Flux Factory’s 20th anniversary show “Homecoming.” Opening tonight!

I’ve been in Sitka, Alaska for nearly a week. Most of that week was spent at a remote Forest Service cabin that we took a small motor boat out to. It’s about 5 miles off shore and completely cut off. We lost cell service before we even left the main island of Sitka, and I really felt the strangeness of being separate from the rest of the world - we realized that whole cities could have been leveled, the drinking water of New York poisoned, earthquakes, fires, etc and we wouldn’t have known otherwise.

It’s wetter and colder than it was when I arrived last year, and the plant life around here is deeply happy, radiating a low, dark hum of green happiness. I can feel the devil’s club plants vibrating as I job past them in the morning.

I visited my old studio from last year, where I played piano and wrote letters. It filled me with intense melancholy at first, though now the building is just familiar to me. The power plant in which I recorded “Double Alaska” is currently under heavy construction and will probably not be recognizable by the time summer’s out.

The top of Harbor Mountain this week was absolutely insane. The colors are not doctored or adjusted in any way. That’s real life.

I do things here - I read, I go for runs, I practice music, I drink a cup of coffee with purpose, I cook, and I call people on the phone. I walk and I look carefully at trees in the wind. I hear things. I sleep. I dream.

I have something like 50+ days left in this place. Looking to make the most of it. More posts to come.

From “Love Goes to Buildings on Fire”

Morrissey describes seeing the New York Dolls on Old Grey Whistle Test: “I was thirteen and it was my first real emotional experience.”

Day three.

Alaska continues being utterly, ridiculously beautiful.

Do you see those cars down there in the first photo? Those tiny squares? We hiked straight up that steep incline from the cars - this was taken about halfway there. My legs are happily burning.

My clothes smell like burning wood and sweat.

It is now my birthday. If the rest of my life is even half as good as it has been so far, I will be thankful.