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violinx Idon’t want to be here

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The Heaven Is Dead (night creatures)

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Genre: Alternative / Electronica / Visual
Location London/Berlin/Rome, Un
Profile Views: 26144
Last Login: 4/27/2013
Member Since 7/18/2008
Website xhamletx.135.it
Record Label minimalproduction XH
Type of Label Indie
Bio
ABOUT NNIET BROVDI...... I love many languages of communication.I don't want to be closed in myself.Everything is good to live.Love me like that if you like this complicated and wonderful world! I'M THE VENOMOUS WRITER.MY BLEEDING LIPS ARE YOUR MORTAL FLOWERS.NO HOPE.NO NUMBERS.NO LOVE.NOTHING.NOTHING ELSE.I'VE BEEN A STUPID TO BELIEVE U.I'VE BEEN FORGOTTEN.DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME.DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE...(Nniet Brovdi XXX century) .. .. SONO LO SCRITTORE VELENOSO.LE MIE LABBRA SANGUINANTI SONO I TUOI FIORI MORTALI.NIENTE SPERANZA NIENTE NUMERI NIENTE AMORE.NIENTE DI NIENTE.DIMENTICATO.NON DIMENTICARMI.SONO STATO UNO STUPIDO A CREDERTI.NON MI ABBANDONARE.(XHAMLETX NNIET BROVDI XXX Sec) .. .. The author Nniet Brovdi goes through the birth and the growth, from the Seventies, of the Dark-Punk movement, generating works of art which are highly performing and perpetually changing. Composer,writer, performer and professionally involved with video art, Brovdi sums up in his work also the development of the historic movement with a particular reference to Body Art and to all performative aspects in progress. His production is included in the reflection focused on past times and future ones, fully falling into line with the international current of the synthesis of physical art, like that of Punk and all the culture of behaviour related to the humiliation and glorification of the body, like a pleasant sublimation of oneself existential life.(Courtesy CACT- Contemporary Art Centre of Ticino - Switzerland) .. .. Born 1996.It's musical compositions, performances and video, have been exhibited in Museums and International Galleries. The most important works are: "My home. My soul +3" (performance, videoart for "plain solo" and writing); Gallery Of Modern and Contemporary art / Rome."Hamlet & Ofely" (performance for voice, video and noises) "The Angels have seen me kiss the Saints." (performance, music and videoart) / Art and New Musica Consonant Kamerton Festival/Bruxelles-Pescara / "O Salutaris" (performance for vox and video) Rome / "No VOX 3 (Nequitia non est tam fortis quam virtus)"."CAR" - Review of Theater Trend new frontiers of the British scene (only video) Rome / Video installation and digital graphics to the Palais De Tokyo - Site de Creation Contemporaine 13, Avenue Du President Wilson - F-75116. Paris / "Brain Out & my Cock, the Snow, the sky…in my mind, in my mind, in my mind… "(performance for video, vox and music) Rome / "The Family. The Leaving Room within KUNSTHALLE? - (video and music) Locarno;Switzerland / EMOTIONAL MAN. INSIGHTS INTO BEAUTY AND THE BEAST: "The Heaven is Dead (night - creatures) " (video and music) Nniet Brovdi, Marcus Coates, Andrew Crosa, Mauro Ghiglione, Anthony Howard, Supersober Bohdan Stehlik/Una Szeemann, Mark Villani / CACT Contemporary Art Centre of Ticino - Bellinzona-Switzerland / INSIGHTS INTO BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. Apocalypse or Revelation: "The Book of Hermaphrodite (yes sex)" Installation, video and music / CACT Center of Contemporary Art Ticino, Bellinzona. Switzerland...2007 CRACK (Rome)2008 (exhibition with digital images) "BAT BOY" .. .. PUBLICATIONS: .. .. "Scritti crepuscolari e notturni metropolitani da camera" / "My home. My soul +3" / "Doctor Jeckill & Miss Gina (a stock company) / "The secret of Luc Van Vi". / "Blue Line" /"Hamlet 3"/ "Dark Tears"(Limited Edition) Copyright minimal production XH - .. "The Family.The leaving Room" (Cact, Neos editions; http://www.cacticino.net) .. .. LINK .. http://www.xhamletx.135.it/ .. http://www.cacticino.net/ .. http://www.myspace.com/nnietbrovdi .. http://crack.forteprenestino.net/2008/index.php .. .. Nniet Brovdi composes music for a place without time and space in a Dark Room. He works with "The scourging of the Body", images, music, video and voice. .. .. "I'M NOT DEAD. I'M DEAD. I WALK WALK WALK...IN THE ETERNAL AIR OF THE DOUBLE WORLD" NNiet B. xxx century .. .. .. ....www.myspaceeditor.it..
Members
NNiet Brovdi : piano, sax, clarinet, organ, electronics, voice and... performer, videomaker, composer, writer. .. .. OCCASIONAL FRIENDS: .. .. Kristien De Neve: voice,performer .. Amedeo Grazia: viola .. X&X:electronics .. J Well:voice
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Antonin Artaud and Dadaism... .. I'm out of the world when I listen to the voice of Elizabeth Fraser. I don't know why.
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The Heaven is Dead (night-creatures) by Nniet Brovdi "The Family. Leaving Room"(Courtesy CACT- Switzerland) .. .. Then we used to wander at night with the fear of death soon after the first step along the roads of the city. The heart thumped hard as if we were creatures that run, stop and after breath more and more and then run again… and, and go mad. Laughter which left us breathless and more walking, again at night, again at night, again at night, the three of us in the murky darkness that swallowed us in hopes, tears, passions, love, love, love. We were so special, because we were "out of order" and the feet steady and glued to the tarmac. In the Second Act of the night, our ways were opposed. The Christ's young freaks, either to say the twelve of the last supper, after His Death, Resurrection and Ascension, parted to the 4 cardinal points of roads of deserts and hamlets in order to preach what was good in Christ. True or not true, it is sure that if it had really been like this, the human being would not have become so evil and devourer. So at a certain time also our paths parted. We had nothing to do with the freaks of Christ; we looked for them or they found us only on some occasions in night circumstances. But as much as we found them so we lost them after some hours of love or some days. Our words were in the air, the breeze of summer nights and the flesh, yes, the flesh needed no words really. The lovers lasted for a little while. The frenzy yes, that was constant: you bumped into ghastly faces of old drunken men, criminals, impoverished drug addicts, certain nuns made worldly with framed pictures of saints hanging around the neck and garlands of plastic flowers, in the direction of Piazza S. Pietro in Rome, then the whores wearing colours and queers always sinister and in the closet for the fear of being identified with the kind (what spanners!). And, who knows why most of the time it was the fascinating men and swine wearing a tie, with a briefcase and a luxurious-lustful car, those who picked up pleasures of all sorts. We told each other that things would not have ever changed and the night gave us the courage never to give up and stick to each own cardinal "steady points". More or less, the return home was around the first light of dawn, when still the bothersome noises of every day were not heard. The scathing whistles of the metropolitan birds announced the end of the night. Each one of us was back with his own stories, mystic ones, though everything but holy. We never told each other the time. Each one kept a little secret maybe for luck. Ah Ah what a laugh! - But what did we ever believe? That one day we would have gone to Heaven for being so glad and full of grief? The time has passed by and now we are only ghosts full of memories which we fondle just when we are on our own. Me, Kristien and Salvatore and our complicated stories. Every now and again I want to stop at a Church without God and various Crucifixes and listen only to the soft music of an organ that takes me close to all the dead I know and I used to hug when they were alive and I was not introvert and smiling. Now we can just take flowers to the graveyard. Nothing else. So then the death does not scare me. I am happy. I am happy. When the three of us were loving each other so much, we did not know about it yet. Now we know and we could even get lost forever: in Heaven we would gather again. Sure! Who believes in Heaven, though!? Ugly things have not changed, but our three lives yes, they have. We are going to live for a very long time still, because we have very big lots of things to do. (Nniet Brovdi xxx century.) .. .. (dedicated to Kristien De Neve, S. Travascio, J. Trinssoutrop and Me) .. Nniet B.: video; music: composed and produced by Nniet B." MinimalProduction XH " Nn. B.: pipe organ, voice and electronics/ K . De Neve: voice .. Performer in this video: K.D.N, S.T. and ME