Blimey O' Really - just realised how much the MCCB has taken over my life the last few days - rediscovering these photos with typically meaningless (or not) culture-babla addendumisms. The reason being of course the need to remind myself that I've been promising The Boss (no no not Bruce the bloody redneck Re-PUBliCAN --->>>THE REAL BOSS) to write the Official MCCB Story, a job I've been putting off for far too long now. It's not an easy one to do, mainly because it's so ridiculously surreal that probably a lot of readers will imagine it's all just made up. That's the problem with disseminating disinformation - "The Sheep v. The Wolf" scenario - if you invent too much stuff, in the end nobody believes anything you say! So please excuse this unconscious foray into that as yet unvirtualified not to mention linguistically solidified history, but do check out the MCCB site now and then - hopefully all will be made clearer as our lives slowly slip away into eternal ontological oblivion without a word or two left behind for future archivists. Still too young to die and too old to rock 'n' roll, but maybe in there with a very small chance to become some kind of gaga-guru. The net is such a great place for fools like me - full of blabla, nowhere to go, nothing to do, no time to even do nothing anyway - what a mess!
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
My Personal Mental Zirkus
Berlin Berlin ------ I'm in love with you again. You can smoke almost everywhere, eating out is cheap (strong £?), nobody gets on your case for wearing an ex-East German Army hat to keep the cold war/wind out, the drug dealers usually fuck off when you tell them to.....yeh it's ok there. The Mental Zirkus came to town - something wicked this way comes said Ray Bradbury, and he was dead right, although in the increasingly fast ageing ancient-speak of the time, he certainly meant something quite different. Needless to say in time honoured fashion I spent so much time out I didn't get to see much of the action - setting up, taking down, painting, gaffering, installing, networking but mostly blabla-ing, eating, sleeping, getting totally smashed, chick-checking etcetc. But there are a few memories, mostly of my own experiences of course (?). Fast Faust man Jean-Herve Peron First kicked off the proceedings on the main stage with a solo performance involving a cement mixer, which almost blew out all the juice, so he couldn't use it anyway (a good thing probably!), a sewing machine, some power tools, and a large bin of pretty organic matter consisting mostly of old hay used for cow-bedding, corn husks, and some other smelly slightly gooy but definitely moist verging on wet bits, which of course he dutifully threw handfuls of over the audience! (Twice). Using a loop sampler he built up layers of bass, guitar, horns, voices, and machines. Very powerful - take it or leave it. Then he was also invited to join myself, Tom Zunk, Gunter Schickert and Elke Postler - unfortunately Tom got sick from some meat he ate and didn't play, but the show went on anyway - we were there to improvise, so it wasn't a major disaster - the music was fine, the audience liked it. No probs. Spent the rest of the night checking out some of the dvd/lighting/visuals/installations/artists - missed the other couple of groups that played. Next day I spent 5 or 6 hours setting up for my "Art is not a Mirror" performance. Full title (which was only "made public" on the day) "Art is not a Mirror, it is a Hammer" - involved a lot of painting, gaffer tape, metal wire, mirrors and hammers. But before that Tom (now fortunately recuperated!), Gunter, and myself played while Elke did her "Pink Salamander Dance". This was mostly a nice warm atmospheric 45 minutes on the smaller stage, so more intimate. We finished at around 9pm - theoretically I had an hour and a half to set up the whole stage/place for the mirror/hammer gig. As usual there were suddenly major changes to the programme - nobody seemed quite sure what was happening - remember I did get to see Scapex from Rotterdam, with Zirkus organiser Ron Lageweg on vocals - this was the Real Rotterdam Vibe of the whole weekend! Mean and dirty, spacey and trancey! Back to the schedule ---->> I was supposed to start at 11.30 pm - ended up as the final act, hitting the stage at 3.30 am. And why not I asked myself? Yeh I'm a fucking star man! (Well actually a previously unemployed but now self employed ex-underground cult hero). I went on stage with only 4 definite ideas - music at the beginning, the middle, and the end, and breaking a mirror. A great opportunity to wind people up in a friendly way - the packed-out waiting room captive gotcha where I want you scenario. Why am I here? Why are you here? Hours of waiting and waiting for what? And then maybe totally bored after 5 minutes or halfway through? In other words I really took my time! I wasn't there as a "performer" - this was no act, no theatre, this was me being me the crazed human part musician part performance artist at 4 in the morning, wandering around mumbling, what should I do, so many possibilities. "If you can't just sit there for 45 minutes without getting bored, there's no hope for you!". In a way I guess it's one of the best bits of "anti-art" I've done in quite a while. And the 3 pieces of music were fine - first Indian style flute to relax the place, then very spikey electronic vocals and flute, and to end some wild soprano with Tom on bass drum and Gunter on trumpet. No point in trying to explain the whole thing in detail, although I might give it a go later, but there should be a dvd of it available, and if not then certainly some photos - when that happens you'll be the first to hear and see about it. In the meantime though - many thanks to the Supamolly Club people, who were very helpful with the sound, lighting, and food (very nice!) - also Ron Lageweg who conceived the whole thing - another one maybe next year?
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Fame @ Last
FANTASTICO!!
Fame @ Last.
Apparently I am the only Googly-Blagger on the whole goddamm world wide web that likes "GAMELAN".
This makes me very proud I can tell you!
I mean come on all you music loving guys and gals out there.....you don't know what you're missing!
Get your online dictionaries out and get real!
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home indeed.....shattered, knackered, smashed out, mashed up, blown out, filled in, lost out, mixed up......just time to write something which requires no thinking whatsoever, in this case the lyrics to Home Sweet Home, copyright around 1980, yours truly.....
Feeling slightly off the mark, in the dark,
Looking sideways with a smile, for a while,
It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,
Out of the cold like the morning sun, asking for more.
Feeling slightly kind of blue, what to do,
Looking seedy in a suit, what a fruit,
It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,
Into the warmly moonlit back room, just like before.
Empty places are sometimes crowded, you just can't be alone,
But it gives you lots more incentive, to get back to your home sweet home.
Home is in your head they say, home is in your bed.
Home can be many places, different places instead,
(now improvise).
Feeling easy in a chair, anywhere,
Looking forward to the time, that is mine,
It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,
Wondering if the day had begun, the night before.
Crowded places are sometimes empty, you just feel all alone,
But it gives you lots more incentive, to get back to your home sweet home.
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