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31.1.08
Butthole Surfers - Who was in my room last night
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30.1.08
Stwory - Jet EP (2007)

Piotr Bukowski - guitar, electronics
Darek Trzciński - guitar
Karol Koszniec - drums, electronics
Michał Borkiewicz-Borek - bass
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Wigwam - Hard'N'Horny (1969)
Bassist Mats Huldén would provide his only contribution to the band in the opening piece 633 Jesu Fåglar, though this track would not be presented in its original context on the album. The original track ran for a longer period of time and only the first seven seconds were used for the album. The original version of this song, which sounds as if it is a pastiche of sounds in the musique concrete vein still has to see the light of day.
The remainder of the album would consist of compositions by Gustavson and Pembroke. The first half (ie: the next five tracks) are all Gustavson compositions. 633 Jesu Fåglar merges into Pidän Sinusta, a bluesy instrumental that has the keyboards providing the brunt of the musical element.
En Aio Paeta, has the first set of vocals to be heard by the band, and as oft happens on this first album, the lyrics are in Finish. The opening section reminded me of a Ford Theatre intro with the Hammond organ providing its characteristic drone. One of the first things to strike the listener is the fact that the band are rather direct in their musical approach preferring to deliver the goods immediately rather than beat around the bush before reaching the main focal point of the theme, a feature that results in the band having relatively "short" tracks especially when compared to other bands of a similar style to theirs from the same period.
Neron Muistolle; Hyvää Yötä shows the more complex side to Gustavson's musical character, something that would be expanded on in albums to come. The track consists of narration backed by a jazzed up piano playing to uncharacteristic drum patterns. Unfortunately to the non-Finnish listener, much of the dramatic effect of this track is lost in the Finnish narration. Guardian Angel, The Future has the band using English lyrics for the first time and has Gustavson toying a style very similar to what Traffic exploited, that of expanding their musical ideas based on a Rhythm & Blues rhythm. In fact listening to this track reminded of Dear Mr Fantasy, both in style and even in the way the vocals are presented in a Winwood-like way.
When one looks at Gustavson's contributions on this album one must note that very little of his complex musical arrangements come to the fore, except for Neron Muistolle; Hyvää Yötä, and No Pens, El Karsinoita is not different from most of the album. Once again the R&B influence pervades this instrumental track though there is the occasional hint at a jazz touch.
Mats Húlden -bass
Nikke Nikamo - guitar
Jim Pembroke - vocal
Ronnie Österberg - drums
...Highway Code retain the upbeat nature of Pembroke's compositions while ...Cancelled Holiday Plans has the band sounding like one of the numerous British beat groups that existed on the scene in those days. The rhythm is extremely captivating with a rumba feel to it though this then dies down to give way to a rather similar style to the previous tracks.
...Concentration Camp Brochure picks up the main theme of the second side, though performed at a much slower pace than previously. ...Ears, Eyes, Girlfriends And Feet re-evokes the very British feel that Pembroke introduces into the band's music, though the final percussive notes lead one to sense that the next track ..Hard And Horny All-Niter and the closer ...Milk Round In The Morning would be different to most of what this album presented. ..Hard And Horny All-Niter makes use of strings in an almost Burt Bacarach fashion and introduces sights and sounds with a Dixieland feel that one would expect to find on albums by groups such as The Kinks or The Small Faces. On the other hand ...Milk Round In The Morning has Pembroke at his most commercial on the whole of the album with the type of chorus one would expect at the end of a musical or as in this case, a concept album. (Nigel Camilleri)
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Dylan Thomas - Elegy (1914-1953)
W 1933 roku wiersze Thomasa zostały po raz pierwszy opublikowane w czasopiśmie o ogólnokrajowym zasięgu - Adelphi oraz w londyńskim The Sunday Referee, spotykając się z dobrym przyjęciem.Pod wrażeniem wierszy Thomasa, napisała do niego Pamela Hansford Johnson - rozpoczęła się obfita, intymna korespondencja między nimi. Gdy w 1934 roku doszło do ich spotkania w Londynie, stali się nierozłączni. Thomas zamieszkał na prawie dwa miesiące z rodziną Pameli. Mówiono nawet o małżeństwie, lecz związek rozpadł się po dwóch latach - Thomas okazał się zbyt nieodpowiedzialnym partnerem. Przeprowadzka do Londynu przyniosła prawdziwy rozkwit pisarstwa Thomasa. Jego utwory publikowały wszystkie szanujące się czasopisma.
Wiosną 1936 roku Thomas poznał Caitlin Macnamara, swą przyszłą żonę. Pod koniec roku para zamieszkała razem, a 11 lipca 1937 roku, bez formalnych zaręczyn i wbrew woli rodziców, wzięła ślub. W maju 1938 roku Thomasowie osiedli w nadmorskiej miejscowości Laugharne w Walii. Jeszcze przed przeprowadzką Thomas dokonał pierwszego nagrania dla walijskiego oddziału radia BBC, pod tytułem Life and the Modern Poet (Życie i nowoczesny poeta). Jako że "bycie poetą" nie wystarczało, Thomas mocno zaangażował się w pracę dla radia w nadziei na uniknięcie wcielenia. Udało mu się to nie z powodów zawodowych, lecz zdrowotnych - stawił się przed komisją powołaniową po nocnej libacji alkoholowej: spocony, poobcierany, drżący, jąkający się. Szczycił się tym, że ominął go niemiły obowiązek (nie był patriotą, polityka mało go obchodziła, brzydził się też zabijaniem), co nie spotkało się ze zrozumieniem u społeczności Laugharne. Thomasowie, w rezultacie zadrażnień ze współmieszkańcami, wyprowadzili się latem 1940 roku na wieś do południowej Anglii. Wtedy też zaczęły się ich problemy małżeńskie.
21 lutego 1950 roku Thomas przybył do Nowego Jorku. Przez trzy miesiące podróżował między Nowym Jorkiem a Kalifornią, dając wykłady w kilkudziesięciu placówkach oświatowych. Wieczorami odreagowywał stresy w barach, pijąc, dowcipkując i wdając się w przygodne romanse, co nie przysporzyło mu chwały. Gdy o wybrykach Thomasa dowiedziała się żona, poczuła się upokorzona i utraciła resztki zaufania do niego. Kłócili się coraz częściej i gwałtowniej.
Wyczerpanie pracą i niezdrowy styl życia - nadużywanie alkoholu i prawdopodobnie środków farmakologicznych, spowodowały ciężki atak w dniu 4 listopada. Następnego dnia Thomas zapadł w śpiączkę. Do przybycia żony 8 listopada, przy jego łóżku czuwała kochanka, asystentka Johna Brennera, Liz Reitell. Thomas zmarł o godzinie 12.30 9 listopada 1953 roku. Uroczystość żałobna miała miejsce w Nowym Jorku. Byli na niej obecni najwięksi ówcześni pisarze, m.in. e.e.cummings, William Faulkner, Tennessee Williams. Żona sprowadziła ciało do Walii, gdzie 24 listopada, na cmentarzu w Laugharne, zostało pochowane. Po swej śmierci w 1994 roku spoczęła obok męża.
Jako poeta, Dylan Thomas porusza czytelników żywym językiem, pełnym wyobraźni i bogatym brzmieniowo. Czerpał inspirację z folkloru walijskiego, Biblii, a także koncepcji Zygmunta Freuda. W jego twórczości przewija się motyw cykliczności zjawisk natury i łączności z nią człowieka, jej cząstki. W tych zjawiskach Thomas widział jakiś mistyczny plan.
Dylan Thomas wywarł ogromny wpływ na kolejne pokolenia poetów. W szczególności na poetę-śpiewaka Roberta Zimmermana, który imienia Thomasa używał jako swego pseudonimu artystycznego, a potem dokonał formalnej zmiany nazwiska na Bob Dylan. (wikipedia)

Zbyt hardy, aby umrzeć, w ślepej klęsce umarł
Najmroczniejszym konaniem, lecz się nie uchylił,
Chłodny i dobry człowiek; jego szczelna duma
Poiła go odwagą w najmroczniejszej chwili,
Oby na zawsze leżał z lekkim wreszcie sercem,
W miłości, z krzyżem w głowach, na trawiastym zboczu,
Oby przez wszystkie dni swej nieskończonej śmierci
Młodniał wśród stad rozległych i zguby nie poczuł,
Choćby najbardziej tęsknił za piersią swej matki,
Za wytchnieniem i prochem i podartą ziemią,
Gdzie sprawiedliwość śmierci i śnie ślepym i martwym,
O, niechaj narodziny ma zamiast wytchnienia,
Modliłem się przy ślepym łóżku pod powieką
Stulonej izby, w domu nagle oniemiałym
Na chwilę przed południem, nocą, światłem. Rzeki
Zmarłych mknęły żyłami w dłoń, którą trzymałem,
I w jego pustych oczach ujrzałem dno morza.
[Stary, strapiony człowiek, oślepły w trzech czwartych,
Nie jestem jak on hardy i wiem, że nie można
Wyrwać Jego i jego z mej myśli. Odarty
Ze wszystkiego prócz bólu, w krzyku wszystkich kości,
Chociaż bezgrzeszny, bał się, że umrzeć nie umie
Nie nienawidząc Boga, ale był czymś prostszym:
Starym, dobrym człowiekiem, dzielnym w ogniu dumy.
Wiedział, że ma na własność każdy w domu mebel
I książkę. Nawet dzieckiem nie płakał; nie płakał
I teraz, chyba tylko w swą ranę, w głąb siebie.
Widziałem lot ostatni świetlistego ptaka
Z jego oczu. Pod niebem, co władczy blask zsyła,
Stary i ślepy człowiek jest ze mną, gdy biegnę
Poprzez przestronne łąki oczu jego syna,
Którego świat nieszczęściem zasypał jak śniegiem.
On płakał umierając, z lękiem oczekiwał
Ostatniego oddechu świata i sfer dźwięku:
Zbyt hardy, aby płakać, zbyt słaby, by skrywać
Łzy, przez dwie noce, śmierć i ślepotę, ujęty.
O ty, najgłębsza rano: że umierał w takiej
Najmroczniejszej dnia chwili. Och, przecież był w stanie
Wstrzymać łzy pod powieką, zbyt hardy, by płakać.
Póki ja sam nie umrę, on przy mnie zostanie.]*
* Elegia jest ostatnim, niedokończonym wierszem autora. Fragment w nawiasach został zrekonstruowany. (tłum. Stanisław Barańczak)
"Aranrhod stepped over the wand, and with that step she dropped a sturdy boy with thick yellow hair; the boy gave a loud cry, and with that cry she made her way for the door.....
"Well," said Math, "I will arrange for the baptism of this one......and I will call him Dylan." The boy was baptized, whereupon he immediately made for the sea, and when he came to the sea he took on its nature and swam as well as the best fish. He was called Dylan (sea) son of Ton (wave), for no wave ever broke beneath him."
Marlais is the name of a stream which runs from the hills near the birthplace of Dylan Thomas' great uncle Gwilym Marles Thomas. Marles is a variation of the name Marlais. Dylan Thomas' sister Nancy also bore a variation of the name Marles.
In April of 1936 he met Dylan Thomas and his wife Caitlin Caitlin MacNamara, and in September his second volume of poetry Twenty-five Poems was released. In July 1937 Dylan and Caitlin were married and in 1938, they moved to Laugharne, Wales. Their first child, Llewelyn Edouard Thomas was born in January 1939. The Map of Love was published in August 1939 and The World I Breathe was published in December 1939, in the United States. In April 1940 Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog was published and in September, Dylan began working for Strand Films which he continued for the duration of World War II. His second child Aeronwyn Bryn Thomas was born in March 1943. Deaths and Entrances was published in 1946. In 1949 his third child, Colm Garan Hart Thomas was born. In 1952, Collected Poems, 1934-1952 became the last book published in his life time. He also published many short stories, wrote filmscripts, broadcast stories and talks, did a series of lecture tours in the United States and wrote Under Milkwood, the radio play.
During his fourth lecture tour of the United States in 1953, (which he made under a doctor's care) and a few days after his 39th birthday, he collapsed in his New York City hotel. He died on November 9th, 1953 at St Vincents Hospital, in New York City. His body was sent back to Laugharne, Wales, where his grave is The grave of Dylan Thomas marked by a simple wooden cross.
Elegy
Too proud to die, broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day. Oh, forever may
Hie lie lightly, at leat, on the ;ast, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayde in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
[An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the light of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. Oh, he could hide
The teatrs out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
Until I die he will not leave my side].
Thomas' lust for life and love of drink may well have contributed to his premature demise, yet his work remains, a testament to both his skill and mastery of The Word. The work of Dylan Thomas has been ingrained into our modern psyche in countless ways, ranging from a surprisingly stirring recital of "Do not go gentle into that good night" by none other than Rodney Dangerfield in the 1986 movie Back To School (in itself proof of the poet's powerfully enduring skill) to a more highbrow choral symphony based on three of his poems. (popsubculture)
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28.1.08
Geir Jenssen - Cho Oyu 8201m (2006)
W latach 1989-90 wydawał jako Bleep (cztery single i jeden album) oraz Cosmic Explorer. Pseudonim Biosphere pochodzi od nazwy stacji Biosphere 2 Space Station Project zamkniętego szklanego budynku w kształcie kuli, zbudowanego na pustyni w Arizonie, w której badano możliwość stworzenia samowystarczalnej stacji kosmicznej; przez parę lat żyło w niej kilka rodzin, całkowicie odciętych od środowiska naturalnego. Janssen zdecydował na stałe mieszkać w Tromso, po krótkich pobytach w Brukseli i Oslo.
Większości nieświadomie zna jego twórczość z reklamy Levisa, w której został użyty utwór "Novelty Waves" z drugiej płyty "Patashnik". Była to pierwsza reklama Levisa, w której została użyta muzyka artysty spoza USA. Jenssen zrobił też muzykę do filmów "Insomnia" (reżyser Erik Skjoldbjarg) z 1997 roku, "Kill by Inches" (1999) oraz "Strip" (2000).
Choć wielu może potraktować "Cho Oyu 8201m" jak dziwaczny eksperyment, dla mnie jest to album szalenie zajmujący. Niczym książka, którą można czytać wielokrotnie bez końca. Albo książka, której nie chcemy kończyć. Jak Jenssen to robi, że nagraniem szumu wiatru albo szmeru płachty namiotu potrafi przykuć sto procent uwagi słuchacza? (na podstawie tekstów Kaśki Paluch i Igora Wróblewskiego)
The weather at Basecamp was good - it was below the snowline at 5700m. Cold at night, of course, dry but with changeable wind conditions. There is no vegetation at this point and no human habitation. But some bold Tibetans established a 'tea shop' in a green military tent to sell Chinese beers, cigarettes, soft drinks and so on to the mountaineers. They preferred Dollars to Yuan. Aside from the usual mountaineering equipment, the group had a satellite telephone and could email through the link. Geir sent an email to Mike from Basecamp using this method. An oxygen cylinder, costing $250, was taken with the party in the event of an emergency. It remained unused.
A PAC [portable altitude chamber, used in the event of altitude sickness], powered with a foot pump, was also unused on the journey. But tragedy struck at Basecamp, when a South Korean died of pulmonary edema as a result of altitude sickness. He was the expedition leader for a separate group, but he refused to go down the mountain when he became sick and died after a week's illness. Geir also took a shortwave radio with him and could clearly hear the BBC World Service news broadcasts. Every group also had walkie talkies with them, which worked over most distances, but could sometimes be a problem if batteries ran down or got too cold.
The first track, 'Zhangmu: Crossing A Landslide Area', was made just after you crossed the border into Tibet, over 'Friendship Bridge' from Nepal. Using a minidisc recorder and a Sony mic, Geir recorded his walk over an area devastated by a landslide, which had taken place on September 10th 2001. On his shortwave radio he heard details of the attack on the World Trade Center in New York City. There was music everywhere, blasting out of cars and portable CD players.
'Jobo Rabzang' is a mountain, under 7000m, and gives the title to a piece sampled and processed from a cassette of Tibetan music.Wind, yak bells and ambient sound provide the material for 'Chinese Basecamp: Near A Stone Shelter'. It was very windy and the first experience of the elements at their rawest. It was also cold, so there was a high wind-chill factor. At night his breath froze. 'Palung: A Yak Caravan Is Coming' was recorded in open territory: a beautiful, still morning but quite cold. Geir developed a serious headache because the day before the group had got lost and had to retrace their steps to find Palung. They had to walk very fast to arrive before dark and so they got headaches from burning up too much energy too quickly.
It took two days to arrive at Basecamp. They were exhausted on their arrival, still plagued by headaches. The morning, Geir felt much better after a good night's sleep, and before breakfast he recorded track 6, 'Cho Oyu Basecamp: Morning'. The mic was positioned outside his tent, Geir was in his tent listening to what was being recorded on headphones. Some sherpas were making breakfast. Ravens, crows and pigeons circled the area looking for food. Basecamp was a collection of tents placed in gaps in the morain; at 5700m, it was surprisingly warm in the sun, and a tiny stream provided fresh water. If the weather turned bad, wind, cold and snow drove them back into their tents where they could only sit and wait for conditions to improve.
The view from Basecamp was extraordinary: in the distance you could make out yak caravans and Tibetan refugees on the main pass ('Nangpa La') to Nepal. A huge glacier dominated the foreground, with the Himalayas forming the backdrop. At night Geir could hear refugees creeping past in their attempts to evade the Chinese military, who were on the constant lookout. Basecamp to Camp 1 took over six hours on the first day, and most of the equipment was carried to Camp 1 on the first trip. The climbers then returned to Basecamp to sleep. The rule of "climb high, sleep low" was followed, although not strictly adhered to, all the way up the mountain.
Geir wanted to get some clean recordings of the birds, so he asked the sherpa how he could do this. The sherpa suggested he take some biscuits and rice and walk to one of the in the area. He placed the food on a rock and the microphone five centimetres away. He pushed the record button and left. 'Nangpa La: Birds Feeding On Biscuits' is a clean, unprocessed extract from that recording.
Each night at around 1am Geir could hear, on a certain shortwave frequency the pilots' chatter from planes over the Himalayas. One of the pilots mentions 'Bombay', or 'Mumbai'. 'Camp 1: Himalayan Nightflight' is the untreated result. His first attempt, however, went unrecorded as the cable from the radio to the minidisc slipped out in his sleeping bag. However, at exactly the same time the following night he was able to make a similar recording.
Camp 1, 6100m, to Camp 1.5, 6600m, took 4 or 5 hours of hard walking, including an ascent up an icefall. Geir made the journey alone, because the other climbers were sick or deterred by bad weather. 'Camp 1.5: Mountain Upon Mountain', or 'Blane etterr Blane' in the original Norwegian, is by Eivind Groven, who composed Radio Norway International's theme tune. This tune, found on XXXHz, is no longer transmitted, but Geir found it nostalgic to hear this familiar melody. Now it is only to be found on
NRK internet radio. Geir slept alone for the first time on the mountain and he could hear bad weather roaring on the summit. Exhiliarated by this experience, perfect weather greeted him the next morning.
Geir pushed on straight to Camp 2, which took 5 or 6 hours. A gas stove provided hot food and water from melted snow. Climbers are advised to drink 5 litres per day and many hours were taken up melting the snow. Slept at Camp 2, then retraced his steps all the way back to Basecamp for 3 days rest.
Returning to Camp 2, Geir recorded 'Camp 2: World Music On The Radio', randomly tuning his set. This extract features music from South Central Asia. He liked the atmosphere the music created at night, sitting alone in his tent. Geir waited for two others to arrive at Camp 2, and together they climbed to Camp 3, 7400m, a shorter journey. 'Camp 3: Neighbours On Oxygen' was made when the wind picked up and ferocious hail hit the tents. A group chose to wear oxygen masks and could easily be heard from Geir's tent, where he made this recording. It is quite normal to 'sleep on oxygen' at these altitudes.
The next day, starting at 3am, they proceeded to the summit. Geir, a sherpa and an Englishman climbed together. The Englishman turned back by the 'rock bands', suffering from frostbite. Geir and Krishna Bahadur Tamang continued to the summit. -30oC, bright, still, probably the best day of the season. As they approached the summit, Geir was hallucinating from lack of oxygen; the colours seemed to change and the snow appeared to float and change into welcoming and very comfortable sofas...
'Summit'. Low on batteries, feeling good. This recording is delicately processed.
The journey down was fantastic, but hard. Happy to have reached the summit. The weather turned nasty from Camp 3. Geir luckily decided to continue to Camp 2 immediately, and that night he could see the tents on Camp 3 ripped apart by the wind. The journey back to Basecamp took 2 days, but the wind never relented. He rested there for 2 more days, eating as much as he could do restore his bodyweight.
At night he woke up regularly, gasping for air under the impression he was suffocating. Back to Katmandu, Italian restaurants, pizzas and pasta, Cappucino and icecream. The whole trip took 45 days. He is uncertain whether he would undertake a similar journey; once was enough.
(Mike Harding interviewed Geir Jenssen on 20/21 April 2006)
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Ike & Tina Turner - Outta Season (1969)

Niestety ich małżeństwo nie przetrwało próby czasu. Tina rozwiodła się z Ikiem po 18 latach małżeństwa w 1978 roku, bo jak twierdziła prześladował ją i dodatkowo był uzależniony od narkotyków. To prawda. Koniec lat siedemdziesiatych był fatalny dla artysty, który przeżywał wyraźny kryzys. Odbył kilka kuracji odwykowych i w końcu powrócił do normalnego życia i przede wszystkim wrócił na scenę.

Punktem zwrotnym w jej karierze był moment, gdy została dostrzeżona przez słynnego muzyka, lidera grupy Kings of Rhythm, Ike Turnera. Ich związek sceniczny zaowocował jednym z najbardziej znanych duetów rhythm and bluesowych Ike & Tina Turner oraz małżeństwem obojga artystów. Zespół był autorem takich wielkich przebojów jak I Idolize You, It's Gonna Work Out Fine, Poor Fool i Tra La La La La.
Ike Turner, rock and roll pioneer and dedicated wife beater, dead at the age of 76. He thought his real name was Izear Turner Jr., until very late in life when, applying for a passport, he discovered that he had been christened Ike Wister Turner. When Phil Spector recruited Ike and Tina Turner to perform on "River Deep-Mountain High", which the erstwhile Tycoon of Teen was sure would be his greatest production ever, he instructed Ike to stay away from the studio, while he worked with Tina for six weeks on the vocals. (Glen Campbell, by the way, played guitar on the track.)
Spector might have been better off letting Ike into the studio, since the song was a dud, climbing no higher than No. 88 on the Billboard charts. Ike was a brilliant pianist, guitarist and producer, having been the driving force behind what's come to be called the first rock & roll record, "Rocket 88." Although it was performed by Ike's band, the Kings of Rhythm, and written by Ike himself, for reasons that remain unclear to me, it was credited to Jackie Brenston and His Delta Cats (with songwriting credited to Brenston), a band that never actually existed. That's Ike's pumping piano figure supporting Brenston, who was the sax player and sometime vocalist for the Kings of Rhythm.
Ike is of course best known for the Ike and Tina Turner Revue, the band he led for over a decade, and for beating the crap out of Tina, who eventually left him with 36 cents in her pocket. Ever classy, Tina released the following through a member of her camp: "She has not had any contact with him in 35 years. No further comment will be made."
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26.1.08
Reportaż (1987)
W swych kompozycjach Reportaż od początku używa popularnych instrumentów, ale komponuje nieco inaczej. Oprócz dwóch wymienionych wcześniej muzyków w różnych okresach działalności przez skład zespołu przewinęli się: Marzena Karpińska (rosyjska zabawka klawiszowa, głos), Jacek Hałas (rosyjska zabawka klawiszowa, fortepian, trąbka, głos, komponowanie), Krzysztof Fajfer (wiolonczela), Paweł Paluch (fagot, flet, ksylofon, głos) i Arnold Dąbrowski (fortepian, instrumenty klawiszowe, głos, komponowanie).
W okresie PRL grupą opiekował się Henryk Palczewski. Właśnie wtedy nagrania Reportażu ukazywały się na płytach i kasetach najpoważniejszych, niezależnych wytwórni płytowych z Wielkiej Brytanii, USA, Belgii i Włoch. Muzykę grupy nagrywał i rozpowszechnia do dziś Chris Cutler w londyńskiej Recommended Records.Zespół wziął udział w legendarnym Międzynarodowym Festiwalu Muzyki Awangardowej Marchewka'87 w Warszawie, a także koncertował wspólnie z amerykańskim duetem Sceleton Crew (Fred Frith, Tom Cora). Od 1985 r. muzycy grupy współpracują z kompozytorem muzyki filmowej i teatralnej Lechem Jankowskim.W latach 90-tych zespół zawiesił na jakiś czas działalność artystyczną.
Na początku 2000 r. nastąpiła próba reaktywowania grupy w składzie: A. Karpiński, A. Dąbrowski i P. Paluch. Jednak po jakimś czasie projekt upadł. Od lipca 2002 r. Reportaż nagrywa i występuje w eksperymentalnym, jednoosobowym składzie (A. Karpiński). W listopadzie 2002 r. powstała muzyka do przedstawienia "Gra I. Czas" Iwony Pasińskiej, wystawianego przez Polski Teatr Tańca w Poznaniu. Materiał został wydany na albumie pt. "Muzyka do tańca"."Gulasz z serc" to nowy program koncertowy; jego prapremiera odbyła się 17. 02. 2003 r. w Akademii Sztuk Pięknych w Poznaniu, a kolejne koncerty w poznańskim klubie Piwnica 21, w Czarnym Spichrzu we Włocławku, w Centrum Sztuki Współczesnej w Warszawie, w klubie Blue Note w ramach Festwalu Teatralnego Malta 2003 w Poznaniu.
Ostatnio powstał nowy projekt Bezsensory (Karpiński / Oleszak). Od ponad pół roku w klubie Charyzma w Poznaniu odbywają się comiesięczne, improwizowane koncerty, z których materiał jest rejestrowany w tych samych warunkach akustycznych i technicznych. Muzycy po dokonaniu selekcji nagrań postanowili z kilkunastu godzin materiału wybrać najciekawsze fragmenty i zaprezentować je na nowym CD pt "Bezsensory". Płytę wyda wydawnictwo ARS2 Henryka Palczewskiego.
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Negro Prison Blues and Afro-American Spirituals
Alan Lomax nie bez powodu nazywany jest Ojcem Chrzestnym folkowego odrodzenia w Stanach Zjednoczonych. Powszechnie uważa się, że dzięki niemu przetrwała niesamowita ilość ludowych piosenek, nie tylko amerykańskich, bo Lomax zajmował się bardzo różną muzyką.
Alan urodził się 31 stycznia 1915 roku, w Austin w Teksasie. Mając 18 lat pomagał swojemu ojcu - Johnowi A. Lomaxowi - w gromadzeniu pierwszych nagrań dla Biblioteki Kongrasu Stanów Zjednoczonych.
Zaczęło się w 1933 roku. Na początku był mikrofon i pasjonat pragnący utrwalić historię Afroamerykanów. Kiedy projekt dobiegł końca, amerykańskie archiwa wzbogaciły się o udokumentowane półwiecze muzycznych dokonań czarnych mieszkańców Ameryki, opatrzone opowieściami i społecznym komentarzem. Bogaty materiał dokumentalny, zarejestrowany przez historyka Alana Lomaxa, stanowi obecnie część Alan Lomax Archive of New York City oraz American Folklife Center w Bibliotece Kongresu w Waszyngtonie.
Alan Lomax zmarł 19 czerwca 2002 roku.
(między innymi na podtawie folkowa.art.pl)
Hearing Slavery: Recovering the role of sound in African American slave culture.
Shane White and Graham White
Some two years later, on October 18, 1821, before a crowd of some seven hundred whites and fifteen hundred blacks, the sheriff of Princess Ann, in Somerset County, Maryland, executed Jenny, a seventy-year-old African American woman. Seconds before Jenny was hung, a bemused white observer recorded that "several hundreds of the colored people" turned their backs to the gallows, squatted on the ground, "covered their faces with their hands, and uttered a simultaneous groan, which while it expressed their feelings, added not a little to the horror of the scene."
Yet for every Higginson or William Francis Allen and the other compilers of Slave Songs of the United States (New York,1867), there were scores if not hundreds of observers journeying through the South who were seemingly oblivious to, or laconically dismissive of, all that they heard. And even had these travelers been as aurally sensitive as we might wish, there is the obvious problem that sound does not reduce well to the printed page. There is, however, another possible source. As part of the documentary impulse of the 1930s, a number of collectors, most notably John and Alan Lomax, travelled through the South recording all manner of African American sounds for the Library of Congress's Archive of American Folk-Song. The fruits of these collecting trips are still deposited in the Library of Congress, indeed some of the material is available online.
In some ways, the songs recorded by the Lomaxes, and the manner in which they are sung, are familiar enough--the music of artists such as Lead Belly and Robert Johnson is still listened to today. But what is most interesting in the material these collectors gathered is the other sounds they were able to record--occasionally without trying. When Minerva Grubs, an ex-slave from Mississippi, was interviewed in the 1930s, she recalled that she and the other slaves went to the white church on Sundays but "didnt jine in de worship." The problem was that "de white folks dont git in de spirit, dey don't shout, pray, hum, and sing all through de services lak us do." On his 1939 trip through the South, John Lomax recorded a prayer given by the Reverend Henry Ward, at the Johnson Plains Baptist Church, Livingston, Alabama, and if you listen carefully what is obvious is a constant undercurrent of noise from members of the congregation--foot-tapping, moaning, responsive cries--noise of precisely the type that Minerva Grubs was describing to her WPA interviewer at almost the same time in nearby Mississippi.
In addition to letting us eavesdrop on the sonic background behind "slave" songs, the Lomax recordings also captured a type of slave vocal music that frequently assumed the character of "pure sound," music that contained no words at all. Since at least the nineteenth century, many of the calls, cries, and hollers that echoed throughout the rural and urban South wherever African Americans were held captive had been of this broad type. Eight decades earlier Frederick Law Olmsted heard one of these hollers. In the course of his journey through South Carolina in the years before the Civil War, Olmsted encountered a group of African American slaves, members of a railroad work gang gathered around a fire. Suddenly, one of the men "raised such a sound as I never heard before, a long, loud, musical shout, rising and falling, and breaking into falsetto, his voice ringing through the woods in the clear, frosty night air, like a bugle call." The cry sounded, Olmsted would later write, like "Negro jodling." Sounds of this general type, which persisted even into the Lomaxes' day, were ubiquitous throughout the slave South, certainly from the mid-eighteenth century.
As slaves became acculturated, their calls incorporated English-language words, a development that would have made them intelligible to whites, at least in some degree. Such calls were often simple expressions of loneliness, pain, or despair. The call might be a phrase like "I'm hot and hungry," or could, as in the case of the following Alabama cry, noted in one of the WPA interviews with ex-slaves, contain a more detailed, even if inconsequential, message:
I'm goin' up the river!
Oh, couldn't stay here!
For I'm goin' home!
But even after slaves had become relatively well acculturated, they continued to employ calls that contained either no or very few English words; if a few such words were included, they tended to function as do syllables in scat singing, as pure sound, rather than as vehicles for the conveying of information. The former slave Julia Frances Daniels revealed that her brother, a skilled hunter, used a celebratory but wordless call to broadcast his success. "We would know when we hear him callin', 'OoooooOOOooo-da-dah-dah-ske-e-e-e-t-t-t-ttt,' that he had sumpin'. That was just a make-up of his own, but we knowed they was rabbits for the pot." The boastful Hector Godbold incorporated some English words into the call he reproduced for his WPA interviewer, but those words were obviously valued for sound rather than sense. "I was one of de grandest hollerers you ever hear tell bout . . . Here how one go: O - OU - OU - O - OU, DO - MI - NICI - O, BLACK - GA - LE - LO, O - OU - OU - O - OU, WHO - O - OU - OU. Great King, dat ain' nothin."
It is important to realize here that contemporary white observers of the peculiar institution, as well as those who managed later to interview former slaves, were able to give only a very imperfect representation of the calls they heard. On many occasions, interviewers appear to have recorded only or mainly the words of a particular cry. African American voices could, however, transform such words into richly detailed patterns of sound. As visually represented by Yach Stringfellow's interviewer, Ole man Jim's warning call, "Look-a long black man, look-a long; dere's trouble comin shore," seems simple in form and straightforward in meaning, but rich melismatic embellishment (by which one syllable of a word is carried over several notes), which the interviewer may have lacked the time or ability to represent, could easily have translated this call into a complex, vocal utterance. Again, the wordless "plantation holler" that ex-Texas slave Jeff Calhoun performed for his interviewer, was merely written down as "Uh, . . . . Uh . . Uh . . . . Uh . . . .Uh . . Uh." However, as Harold Courlander points out, apparently simple wordless calls of this type--he instances a call consisting merely of a long "Hoo-Hoo"--could be "filled with exuberance or melancholy," and "stretched out and embellished with intricate ornamentation of a kind virtually impossible to notate." Of course, this was not the kind of detail that most interviewers employed by the WPA were seeking.
It is the impossibility of rendering these calls and hollers onto paper, combined with the fact that very few scholars nowadays would be familiar with anything quite like them, that makes the Lomax tapes so useful, that helps us understand what "Uh, . . . . Uh . . Uh . . . . Uh . . . .Uh . . Uh" could have sounded like. On their swing through Alabama and Arkansas, in May 1939, John and Ruby Lomax recorded several field and levee hollers, some of which we have included here: sample holler one, sample holler two, sample holler three. Usually only a minute or two in length, these short sound bites provide us with a link back to slave times, and potentially, can help us flesh out our understanding of an important dimension of African American slave culture.
In fact, wordless or near-wordless slave calls were often elaborate vocal creations which drew heavily, as Ashenafi Kebede points out, on "many African vocal devices, such as yodels, echolike falsetto, tonal glides, embellished melismas, and microtonal inflections that are often impossible to indicate in European staff notation." In Willis Lawrence James's estimation, these more complex or "coloratura" calls rank "among the most amazing and remarkable vocal feats in folk music." It was a coloratura call that had attracted Olmsted's attention as he came upon the group of African American railroad workers; the yodeling sounds that so intrigued him originated with the rainforest Pygmies of Central Africa, whose musical styles influenced, in turn, the Kongo peoples of West Africa, and, ultimately, broad segments of the North American slave population. As we have seen, Olmsted had been puzzled by the lone railroad worker's richly filigreed cry; the more interesting issue, however, is what meanings that cry had communicated to those African Americans who heard it.
At the deepest cultural level, coloratura slave calls were emblematic African (and African American) sounds, and deeply evocative on that account. Robert Farris Thompson's comment that "[t]he textlessness of [Pygmy] yodeling, unshackling sound from words, unlock[ed] extraordinary freedom of voice" is applicable to many of the more complex New World calls as well. These, too, were free musical forms, allowing virtually limitless scope for improvisation, for the admixture of the vocal leaps, glides, moans, yells, and elisions that gave to African American musical expression its characteristic rhythmic and tonal complexity, its perennial inventiveness and love of surprise. Slave calls exemplified, that is to say, what Olly Wilson has termed "the heterogeneous sound ideal," defined by Wilson as an "approach to music making" that deploys "a kaleidoscopic range of dramatically contrasting qualities of sound [which is to say, timbres]," qualities that characterized the West African tonal languages from which that music was derived.
In this article we have tried to tease the meaning out of just a few of the sounds that have either been ignored or dismissed as relatively unimportant. The raucous sounds that so shocked Benjamin Latrobe at the New Orleans funeral in 1819 meant something very different to the black participants. What had horrified the traveler was in fact a ritual moment now known as "cutting the body loose," a process which, as Joseph Roach has pointed out, "joyously affirm[ed] the continuity of community" and triggered a "wave of lively music and motion." As far as the blacks who attended the burying were concerned it was the appropriate way to bury the African-born matriarch. Similarly, although slave hollers were simply background noise for whites, for African Americans these cries were emblematic and evocative, a familiar and reassuring part of the soundscape that they had created, as they tried to survive the brutalities of slavery.
In a brief piece such as this all we can really do is try and make a few points about the usefulness of material such as the Lomax field recordings. We have concentrated on hollers, because they were a part of the Southern soundscape that seems to have slipped through the cracks. In a fashion that parallels the way scholars failed to exploit the WPA ex-slave interviews, for the most part the material collected by the Lomaxes and others has been left undisturbed, mentioned in passing as a curiosity rather than being closely analyzed. It is not the easiest material for scholars to use, but it can offer an imaginative way forward to those who are attempting, in some measure, to reconstitute the auditory environment of slavery's hitherto largely soundless world. (common place)
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25.1.08
Bexa Lala - Sukow (2000)
Muzykę tworzono ze wszystkiego co wydaje dźwięki. Zespół produkował własne instrumenty. Słynna stała się gitara elektryczna Taza - Słoń - strojone harmolodycznie monstum z wbudowanymi przystawkami i przetwornikami mogące nawet wydawać dźwięki tokującego wieloryba.
W latach osiemdziesiątych powstały "Nowy Swing", "Słoń" (wydane w roku 1990 na kasetach przez jedną z pierwszych polskich niezależnych wytwórni "Fala"), a także "Gdzie jest Generał", "Zęby trębacza", "Orkiester". Od początku swej działalności zespół bawił się elektroniką i dziwnym soundem, co wielu miało mu za złe przy panującej modzie na "granie rękami". Większe uznanie znajdowała zawsze Bexa Lala za granicami Polski.
Warszawski Remont planował płytowe wydanie albumu "Gdzie jest generał", ale z powodu rozmaitych zawirowań personalnych nigdy nie zostało to zrealizowane. We wczesnych latach 90-tych grupa całkowicie zamilkła na oficjalnym forum, choć istnieje mnóstwo materiału muzycznego z tamtych czasów nagranego wyłącznie do szuflady. W szufladzie leżą "Alice in Wonkerland" - 1991, "Mzimu" - 1992, "H.U.Y. - happy under yetti" - 1993 i pojedyncze utwory. Zespół związał się wówczas na dobre i złe ze swym duchowym guru - Valentinem Slabem, który skierował umysły muzyków na zupełnie nowe pola. Muzyka Bexa Lali zaczęła mieć pierwsze znamiona tego co nazywamy dziś bardzo potocznie techno-transem.
Powstał Wektor Siłowy - wielogodzinne video z dźwiękami Bexa Lali filmowane w ruderach, slumsach, starych fabrykach, podziemnych garażach i wnętrzach silosów z udziałem żywych aktorów, zabawek, roślin i owadów. Wektor Siłowy bardzo przypominał klimatem Erasurehead - Lyncha, ale niestety zaginął w niewyjaśnionych okolicznościach.
Teraz zespół pojawił się ponownie na scenie muzycznej z materiałami Sukow , Cryptic Loreloop, Single i Tesus Teknus Vivus, którymi udawadnia, że Bexa Lala ma się dobrze i nie minął jej znakomity humor. Wszystkie te płyty zostały stworzone przez nowy skład Bexa Lali, od której odszedł Patet, żeby grać jazz karaluchom. (serpent)
Taz
Dooshek
Valentine Slab
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