The Black Sheep

Photo below - Left > Right ---> Rock Steady, Daddy Longlegs, Red Phantome and Lamron (collectively the infamous Black Sheep) sit around planning the downfall of absolutely everything & everyone they don't like, which doesn't leave much room for anything else because they don't like very much, and they want to keep it that way thank you very muchmuch. Reformed in 2005 having not played together since 1982, nothing has really changed, except it now takes us a lot longer to get ourselves organised - gone are the days of communal living/playing/working, (our home-base is still in the old Quarantine Hospital in Rotterdam, an official squat in existence since 1980), now replaced by geographical separation & at last maybe a few other more interesting things to do. Working on a new album in fits & starts & getting the old (al) chemistry together has been successful to the extent that we neither repeated our original unrepeatable formula, or fell into cliches (apart from our own unique personal collection) - the death of creativity lords are still on holiday where we're coming from.
The only major problem we now have is a delicate affair of INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.
Who are the REAL Black Sheep?
And can we prove it? (Because we know we are the black sheep). There are people out there who've stolen our identity & used it for their own nefarious purposes - total surrender or legal action remain our only demands. We have been using the name since 1980.
Watch this space.

Alien@T Ceremony

Ok.....screw logic, forget the hour, day, week.....don't believe everything you read, especially online. It's always time. I thought maybe a pre-emptive postscript xmas/new year strike would do the job......it almost worked last year, so...... nothing to lose this time except maybe what's left of my feverish imagination's wildest dreams, and they're pretty much knackered or at least on temporary hold these days.
But why can parties be so boring?
The people?
The excess?
The ritualistic nature of these semi-inherited archetypal tribal gatherings has become so predictable it baffles me let alone the experts - there I am drinking cups of tea while the booze/dope/wizz/coke/e-heads make out real kool all around me.......well I did smoke a load of weed myself, but 5am arrives and all the idiots have passed out or at least dissolved into the night, and I AM BUZZING dear friends......crystal clear cannabinoid clarity cutting straight through the arty farty tarty party not so hearty state of under-life's clouded vision, thinly (sometimes very thickly) disguised as hipness, one of the few truly inner qualities left once the fancy packaging is taken away for recycling.
Booked to jam some nu-jazz grooves with DJ crew The Illuminati, but the arty party dwellers want Michael Jackson, they don't want living breathing humans spoiling their fake fun suntan over-exposure; it's too real. Then I had to hang around until 9am to make my move out into the snow/sleet/icy bleakness, which gave me plenty of time to observe, notate, record, and un-dig the inner remnants and workings of the rapidly coming down last guests & (g)hosts, (although I have to say the main mein host was ok). Not a very pleasant job but someone has to do it & it is a job + a half & it is mass culture and we can only control it by not taking the external manifestations of the control bureau too seriously, or we blow our cover.
Alternatively........

FCUK / SCUX

Veggies@Hamburg

Left > Right : Lucianne Lassalle (voice), Geoff Leigh (piccolo),

Tom Zunk (waterphone), live at Avant Garde Fiestaval

17/09/2005 near Hamburg.

A really great mini-festival out in the styx - 2 days of avant-rock and more, including performances by Faust, Charles Hayward, Chris Cutler, Uli Trepte, Ectogram, Stella Maris Drone Orchestra, etc.

Catalysed by original Faust multi-instru-mentalist Jean-Herve Peron, this was an object lesson in "how to organise a festival"! A similar event is planned for autumn 2006, and promises to be even more eclectic than ever.

Shadows

shadows in the daylight.....
which direction is the light coming from?
is there a hidden window or just a wall?

illusions of another world seeping through the cracks

in the stonework, cast by couch-potato flickering screens.
watching low res...if it's not on TV it's nowhere

Phoebus, Apollo, Helios - invoking the names

breathing choking flames

Ra, Hyperion, give me your warm embrace

deal me an ace

the sheet/fork/cutting lightning flashes flickers

again falters foot stepping sideways - St Elmo's Fire

via atomsplit to

The Big Heater

as Lord Buckley would say (and he did) -->>

galaxies on fire

aurora borealis

mock suns

zodiacal light

heat my blood to boiling

fill me to the top of my skull

glow-worms fire-flies

will o' the wisp the DogStar

Seriously

take it..

Selena take me

as well take 5,

your time is almost up

number 7 rainbow colours

Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain

non aligned in human framework - leave it to to the

text-perts they always know best no better no good

investments glimmer diffraction cloudless

embellishments spamming my

crepuscular muddy lurid shades

of evening nok nokia who's there?

nocturnal radio emissions

from the Dog Star Serious you idiot - what's that

fucking eskimo-nell-doll blown up to now?

The Dance

and so they danced the night away, transcending physical limitations, transforming themselves into snake-like black holes swallowed up by their own ego-traps, slowly changing shape before my camera eyes could catch up with it all...gaping gaps galore girls - whirling dervishes, diving divas, drums insisting time should never stop...4 beats to the bar, 4 pix to the total picture-esk-imo no wanting needy desires of the flesh when baby it's cold outside }{ I really must go, but eski-mo-nell tops the bill insiders say....includes batteries but don't expect to come too quickly >> 2 fast-net your tastebuds while you weight the night is young but we are so so old. Sold to the man in the red hat..