distractions, bedpans, stopsigns and other traffic controls like a policeman, empty cans of chinese tea bought in italy, cigarrettes, cooking devices (like bedpans?), frozen ponds or lakes, singing birds, crickets and grasshoppers, children screaming "i love you!", all kinds of luggage, trees, flowers, bees, hippies, NEDs (scottish ones only), subways, staircases, heavy doors, squeaking doors, rusty doors, elevators, airplanes (only tupolevs I'm afraid, I'm very afraid), little one(wo)man sports sailing boats, empty halls, crowded malls, london, budapest, vienna, murska sobota (no, thats a lie i'm sorry), musca domestica, plastic tubes, metal tubes and everything else that can be made out of metal, instruments, singing people, whistling people, screaming people like me (but just from the backside), who's lost in detail now?
Influences
"Während an der neuen Musik dem von der Produktion abgeschnittenen Publikum die Oberfläche befremdend klingt, gingen doch ihre exponiertesten Phänomene aus eben den gesellschaftlichen und anthropologischen Voraussetzungen hervor, welche die eigenen der Hörer sind. Die Dissonanzen, die sie schrecken, reden von ihrem eigenen Zustand: einzig darum sind sie ihnen unerträglich. Umgekehrt ist der Gehalt des allzu Vertrauten so weit dem entrückt, was heute über die Menschen verhängt wird, dass ihre eigene Erfahrung kaum mehr mit der kommuniziert, für welche die traditionelle Musik zeugt. Wo sie zu verstehen glauben nehmen sie bloss noch den toten Abguss dessen wahr, was sie als fraglosen Besitz hüten und was schon verloren ist in dem Augenblick, in dem es zum Besitz wird: neutralisiert, der eigenen kritischen Substanz beraubt, gleichgültiges Schaustück. In der Tat fällt denn auch in die Auffassung des Publikums von traditioneller Musik nur das Allergröbste, Einfälle, die sich behalten lassen; ominös schöne Stellen Stimmungen und Assoziationen. Der musikalische Zusammenhang der den Sinn stiftet, bleibt in jeder frühen Beethovensonate dem durchs Radio dressierten Hörer nicht weniger verborgen, als in einem Schönbergquartett, das ihn wenigstens daran mahnt, dass sein Himmel nicht voll der geigen hängt, an deren süssem Ton er sich weidet."___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Theodor W. Adorno: Philosophie der neuen Musik
Sounds Like
"...And a terrible
thing is music in general. What is it? Why does it do what it does?
They say that music stirs the soul. Stupidity! A lie! It acts, it acts
frightfully (I speak for myself), but not in an ennobling way. It acts
neither in an ennobling nor a debasing way, but in an irritating
way. How shall I say it? Music forces me to forget myself, my real situation. It
transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of
music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do
not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to
act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when
I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others
laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul
in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time. I become
confounded with his soul, and with him I pass from one condition
to another. But why that? I know nothing about it. But he who wrote the 'Kreutzer Sonata'-Beethoven- knew well why he found himself in a
certain condition. That condition led him to certain actions, and for
that reason to him had a meaning, but to me none, none whatever. And
that is why music provokes an excitement which it does not bring to a
conclusion. For instance, a military march is played; the soldier
passes to the sound of this march, and the music is finished. A dance
is played; I have finished dancing, and the music is finished. A mass is
sung; I receive the sacrament, and again the music is finished. But
any other music provokes an excitement, and this excitement is not
accompanied by the thing that needs properly to be done, and that is why
music is so dangerous, and sometimes acts so frightfully.
In China music is under the control of the State, and that is the way
it ought to be. Is it admissible that the first comer should hypnotize
one or more persons, and then do with them as he likes? And especially
that the hypnotizer should be the first immoral individual who happens
to come along?..."
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Leo Tolstoy
"Kreutzer Sonata"----------------------------------------------------------------------
There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim, let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself that they were not or at least were otherwise. Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the most various circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine. Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under her wrath, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful.
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james joyce
"ulysses"
About man kann kuchen nicht gleichzeitig essen und haben
you have to listen! you see alot , you might also watch it, you hear a lot, but you have to listen! do you ever do that? if you play a song to friends and turn the volume down after 20 seconds or skip to another song, then you haven't been listening. there's so many things worth listening in your daily life, you might not even call it music. maybe you don't have to listen. who am i to tell you. i love listening. i also love playing. with all kinds of things, mostly musical instruments (mostly guitar or drums), mostly in bands, like
TUPOLEV (very complicated emotions, that need a lot of time to think about)
SLON (feels very deeply and sometimes complicates it, angry mostly)
Werner Kitzmüller TRIO (feels very deeply too, but the introverted way)
PROTESTANT WORK ETHIC (is very diplomatic, when talking about feelings, painting pretty pictures)
PRIMORDIAL UNDERMIND (is mostly confusing things on purpose, kicking your ass with heavy boots)
sometimes i also play solonely....
soon that will also happen in front of an audience. i don't know what to think about that, it won't sound like the record i did, which is named "thank you for listening to this record, which made my hours pass so quickly" (12rec.net) i also played in bands, that don't exist any longer, like ROSCOE FLETCHER, LINAKKER, MISHA MARKS 4 (they might stille exist, members just live on different continents), or KES and with people like LARS STIGLER (who makes beautiful music) or MICHAEL FISCHER and various others...
schönen guten abend der herr! ich hab heute wunderbare fotos aus alten zeiten ausgegraben. dieser umstand animiert mich, den auf den fotos abegbildeten menschen, kurze mitteilungen der ein oder anderen art zu hinterlassen... in dem sinne liebste grüße aus der vergangenheit! :)
Guten Tag ..es ist immer wieder aufs neue prodigiös diese Seite zu besuchen..!Wir gestatteten uns ulängst ein paar jüngere Arbeiten aus den Grotten unserer Archive heraufzuladen..vielleicht findet sich ja etwas Zeit uns einmal mehr zu besuchen?!Wir emphelen uns in scheuem Abschied
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ unendlich mögliches hat die wahl einer einzigen wirklichkeit getroffen
hey, falls du heut abend noch nichts besseres vorhast: desperate to amuse (diesmal mit drums) sind heute im B72, ab 20 uhr (www. nolabel. at) glG, susanne
Wenn man bedenkt, daß es Idioten gibt, die Trost aus den schoenen Kuensten schoepfen. Wie meine Tante Bigeois: "Die Preludes von Chopin waren mir eine solche Hilfe beim Tod deines armen Onkels." Und die Konzertsaele quellen ueber von Gedemuetigten, Beleidigten, die mit geschlossenen Augen versuchen, ihre bleichen Gesichter in Empfangsantennen zu verwandeln. Sie bilden sich ein, daß die aufgefangenen Toene in sie einfließen, sanft und nahrhaft, und das ihre Leiden Musik werden, wie die Leiden des jungen Werthers; sie glauben, daß die Schoenheit mit ihnen fuehlt. Die Arschloecher. .....jps .... ............
grande superbadilone! nice you got it and especially you are already loving it: it has been an essential book for my "bildung"... yes, we will kick asses... have you seen how many dates in the east i provided? ;) dio stronzo!
