They know who they are. (I don't agree with the physical and temporal constraints of listing current 'band members', instead I suggest a kind of channelling characters from ages yore with whom I shared a certain bandsmanship - tied to a common cause - but have since vanished; this method of intense visualisation coupled with an imagery-based 'thought-form' technique of generating new friendly cohorts that need not necessarily be of our material world, thus any 'members' are in fact consolidated into one's own consciousness yet a sense of 'band' persists)
Influences
Word from the Nod Gods themselves, thought-form, non-populism, doodling, neo-folk-electroacoustic skank, social immobility, analysing instances of bullying in the workplace, situationism, instrument building, circuit bending, 'circuit bending' of the mind, stalking, Amiga 500, future dystopia (as envisioned from a 1990s perspective), pacifism, entomology, 'poetic terrorism', buzzing, etc., general workbooks (from the days of yore!), ghosts of former classmates, also great musical marvels of all time such as K.M. Legge, Dennis Greenidge, Harry Partch, Guttural Light, Sexton Ming, Native Hipsters, Comus, Defeat the Young, Westwyrd the Bard, Gestapo Onanie, Justice Yeldham, Andy Macgregor, Alan Smith, Alan Splet, MCLD, Sculpture, The Ragamuffins, Ron 'Pate, L Voag, LaMonte Young, Ivor Cutler, Bingo Gazingo, Benjy's Scout Hut, Jeff, Nanny's Gash, Dr. Zaius, KKRACKK, All the Richard Thomases, Malinda Jackson Parker, Dave Russell, MEV, Philip Moss & David Halling, Simon Tyszko, Ian Simpson, Erpa Binmarsh, Stephen Bleasdale & his Metal Pig, The Academy of Facile Achievement, Tom Bugs, Twocsinak, Crispin Hellion Glover, Paul Granjon, Costes, Beepoid Poolord, Charlie Mcalister, Wally Beben, basically anybody who smacks wet socks on biscuit tins, and many many others I regretfully omit.
Books too, including Genesis of a Music, Customs in Common, Empire of Scrounge, Profiles of the Future, Metaphysics as a Guide to Morals, The Radio-Orbicular (Spider-Web) Process of Thought based on the New Philosophy of Equal Compensation, Noise, Freax: The Brief History of the Computer Demoscene, Noises Off: A Handbook of Sound Effects, Smallcreep's Day, Essays on Jazz, Managing Difficult People, The Well Tempered Announcer, Animal Magnetism; Or Mesmerism and its Phenomena, Εδώ και εκεί: Η Ελληνοκυπριακή Παροικία Λονδίνου, Let's Celebrate Our Differences: Anti-bullying Strategy for Youth Workers, The Nothing That Is, Vicious Circles and Infinity, T.A.Z.: The Temporary Autonomous Zone: Ontological Anarchy: Poetic Terrorism, Shqiperia Arkeologjike, Soul of Mbira, Mathematicall Magick; Or the Wonders That May Be Performed by Mechanicall Geometry, Musurgia Universalis, Soils in Essex, Astra and Flondrix (thanks P.K.- a truly epic and visionary wankrag), The Medium is the Massage, Penguin Rhyming Dictionary, Bob Plot's Natural History of Oxfordshire, Understanding and Implementing ISO 9000 and ISO Standards, How Musical is Man?, An Individual Note of Music, Noise Water Meat, Mythologies, ISO 9001:2000 Quality Registration Step-by-Step, Ants, The Practice of Everyday Life, Choice Cut Fillets: Sexton Ming, One Good Turn, Fugitive Minds, The Timewaster Letters, Microsound, Micrographia, Tesla's Earthquake Machine, Windows 95 Manual, Instruments and the Imagination, Strange Sounds, Songs in the Key of Z, Apocalypse Culture, New Atlantis, La Monte Young & Marian Zazeela: Selected Writings, Sound & Light, Very Special People, The Life of Philippus Theophrastus Bombast of Hohenheim, Jeroen Teunen's The Postman, Anathema of Zos, Synchronicity, Shaping Things, paradoxically I'm influenced by my own book 'Dropping Out', Conversations About the End of Time, Mauve, Hullaballoo for Owl, etc. The reason I have waived the associated authors is because I don't believe that you even care.
Sounds Like
"very strange" (Peaches Geldof, BBC Radio One)
"obvious volatility" (Dave Mandl, WFMU)
"too much time on his hands" (Phil England, The Wire)
For seven years years I have been doodling graphically and sonically in near isolation to perfect the ultimate thought-forms. In 1995, at school, I was involved in a loose sort of doodling club called DUPLO, and now fellow members have left to dedicate themselves to other matters (and some now seem embarrassed to associate themselves with me) I still remember their spirits and use these as virtual sounding-boards with which I reconstruct their former personalities to create a kind of impassioned ethereal group dynamism. During this period a creature called a Nod God was invented which persists in my forethought to this very day! DUPLO refers to an imaginary world that can become real and accessible to oneself and other parties through gnosis: achieved by intense willpower and concentration directed onto a doodle (thought-forms, tulpas, egregore shenanigans, etc.). DUPLO is derived from the building blocks of the same name. Through building this new imaginary world it is no longer necessary to function in the ’real world’ (i.e. desperately trying to adhere to populist notions of ’cool’, employment, banal operational matters of society, etc.). This explains why doodling is a popular pastime in care-homes. It is truly sumptuous, yet from the outside is classed as some disability of the mind warranting welfare benefits, etc. (technically untrue but who am I to argue?).
Please buy my book, ’Dropping Out’; the result of many many years of scratching at windows, scrounging, pondering, loitering, sighing, gadget building, philosophising against music bitterly, plotting against populism, antimusic music against music, interventionism, paradoxically attempting to ingratiate myself with vanguards of populism before enacting highly inappropriate and unpopular gestures in their sancta, poetic terrorism, shouting at traffic, throwing CDs attached to bricks through record company windows, fetishism, being nice, well-placed cynicism, intense doodling, anguish, occultism, crying, disappointment, self-indulgence (but what else can be indulged in a cultural wasteland?), misery, jealousies, more crying and ultimately epiphanic revelation (that nothing is real and only DUPLO can save the world). 500+ pages of true stories, fictional stories, thoughts, drawings, persuasive arguments and truly passionate critique. Some reviewers (one reviewer) have reckoned the book to be a joke - but I can assure them (him) it isn’t.
The distribution is shit (thanks to a nervous publisher) - so you will only find it if you *really* want it. If you cannot find it, you obviously don’t really want it or need it.
One of the many brilliant things you said on the radio was: "Fight or flee? Fight or flee? Flee please. Can I have a flea please Bob?"
Did I guess correctly in spelling the last flea (flee?) with an a rather than an e? Somehow, right now, it seems to matter which one you advise I me to have in my head.
Greetings from Manchester again. Spoke to Mr. Bleasdale recently. He should be coming down to ours to have a browse soon, so that should be interesting. Hope you're still creating your tunes and other preoccupations.
Hi Duplo, your creativity is inspiring and refreshing in this sometimes banal and frustrating existence. Thanks for responding to my question. The answer was very interesting..........
i like that "i remember when i was young life was very grand when dad made his way with a chicken in his hand" bit wheres it from? also on a related note i like the new thing its good the hollyoaks jingle gets even more horrible when its repeated i guess most horrible things would actually like unless but yeah the end
Duplo Theme reminds me of 'Peaches en Regalia' by Frank Zappa. It has the same sense of self-assured lunacy. As for your publisher - fuck him, who the fuck does he think he is, the penny-wanking capitalist whorebag. Great art is not for the soulless.
Please buy my book, ’Dropping Out’; the result of many many years of scratching at windows, scrounging, pondering, loitering, sighing, gadget building, philosophising against music bitterly, plotting against populism, antimusic music against music, interventionism, paradoxically attempting to ingratiate myself with vanguards of populism before enacting highly inappropriate and unpopular gestures in their sancta, poetic terrorism, shouting at traffic, throwing CDs attached to bricks through record company windows, fetishism, being nice, well-placed cynicism, intense doodling, anguish, occultism, crying, disappointment, self-indulgence (but what else can be indulged in a cultural wasteland?), misery, jealousies, more crying and ultimately epiphanic revelation (that nothing is real and only DUPLO can save the world). 500+ pages of true stories, fictional stories, thoughts, drawings, persuasive arguments and truly passionate critique. Some reviewers (one reviewer) have reckoned the book to be a joke - but I can assure them (him) it isn’t.
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