The quintet at the “Gowanus” date just fit, miraculously, as if it were a suit which needed no altering. This is not to say that what we did was perfect, as that kind of judgment is impossible to make, and if I were to take a shot at making it, I would say that we were far from perfect. It was just that somehow, we communicated with the music, before we even had a chance to know each other, or use words, which might be the reason it felt so good. We were telling each other’s stories of sound with each of us creating the plot and characters together. We were weaving our collective histories into a mosaic of expression that neither diminished, nor exalted the individual. A lyrical and percussive give and take, that rises, rather than descends into a calamity of shouts with an infinite variety of flavors, became a long conversation of struggle, discovery and invention. As a scientist, often skeptical of such thing, I found that a number of principles which I had either experienced, in the lab , my thoughts or in literature suddenly lodged in my cortex, long after the emotional peptides of the moment had dissipated throughout my veins. That memory sustains a hope, of long and short phrases, in darkened studios and recesses of the mind.
Matthew Putman - About Gowanus Recordins
(Jun 1, 2009)