https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV1fWbAHtzU

¡Excelente!  Equilibrio perfecto de tensión y serenidad

Really nice, shivering a bit actually. Scary ambience!

Tape Loops + Casio SK8 + Classic Guitar
Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV1fWbAHtzU

1 - CAMBIO D PERSPECTIVA

Last of the Summer Flies

At last you have left - my insecticide is spent 
Though your screw driver voice is reverberating   
Your tongue it got bent - drilling holes in my head  
Now I’m smoothing hurts by restorative ironing 
And though they must have a role in ecosystems          
I’m so glad to see the last of the summer flies           
I’m so glad to see the last of the summer flies          

I guess you’ll find a niche – with some human who can reach
To find that tiny star behind the grating
Your sun first shone so bright – enough to launch a kite
But that superficial wind was soon deflating
And though . . . .

It’s in the news each day
Insects will fade away
Unless we realise
Every living thing has a vital place

I wish you the very best – maybe both of us are blessed
We were counting down our days so surely numbered
Hey you’re not to blame – I’m dreamy and often vague 
And for the earth I’ll pray for flies now just departed

LAST OF THE SUMMER FLIES

Mondnacht

Track was created as part of the "Archipelago"(installation in "Tuning" project in GES-2), but it the end it didn't fit there. and became part of the Ground Solyanca "Sensory Culture Archive"

Now I'm Here

dedicated to and assembled from the aural expressiveness of a particular automatic coffee maker.

we shall for the moment put aside the acute feelings of personal dismay associated with being already sufficiently conscious to hear these sounds when strikes the painfully early hour at which this beast is programmed to kick into gear -- it's never a good sign.

from across

Ocaso

R2D2 PICASSO

Sleeping Mimic

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With the upcoming Keith Rowe celebration in Berlin just around the corner, reflecting upon how Prepared Guitar noise crossed cultural boundaries. Pink Floyd in 66/67 a band of the London arts scene. Legend has it that Keith Rowe influenced Syd Barret to do improper things for the guitar that no other Pink Floyd guitarist cared to explore. I found this idea more plausible than Syd being stoned or aggressive -- although both artists might have found they shared a transgressive feeling for how such noises are the thang to challenge the thinking about the thang. While there's nothing in Syd's guitar sound surpassing anything Hendrix hadn't blown through several times with the vitality of ten thousand cats, it's also more complicated to think it through the Keith Rowe perspective. Hendrix's path, in my reading, was, yes, to found his own sound, gain his freedom, but also to destroy the white western exploitation culture with the rage of the slave uprising through the electrified blues and render, as a result, an American problem and treasure. In the last days, Jimi wanted to bring it back home and play deep electro-acoustic blues and rock the studio like CAN influenced by Stockhausen on shrooms. Keith's sound was already detached from folk traditions, more consciously post-modern (self-historicizing, self-contextualizing -- to lay the emotional guitar down, pushed away from the body), and few people really want to deal with that new kind of wilderness he explored in HARSH, where you see shards of what he maybe transmitted to Syd and which Jimi knew very well but never lived to take out of the rock and roll physicality context. Prepared Guitar music doesn't really exist if the guitar is not really involved, though. This track is all about those cross-over moments between the psychedelic movement and fluxus and free improv and indeterminacy. Syd was still in a rock band rooted in the Black Music of the Colonies and then they got rid of him. Noise has maybe messages beyond human aesthetic.

Syd B Keith R

The project was created in collaboration with Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk  and me in 2016. We divided Karin's beautiful poem "Aufbruch" into six parts, which I was allowed to edit music and sounds. Lets go ⇢
https://exner.bandcamp.com/album/aufbruch

Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image
Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production

Aufbruch
1
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, im Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?

Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long?
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning?
Anticipate fulfillment?

3
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass' Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm,
the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head
who gossips stupid stories and forgets.
Tears run down the panes.
What was feared will come true and pass.
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
see footsteps firmly on the ground.
I was gone and I'll be back.

6
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen nahe bei mir:  Ich bin Traube, ich bin Straße, ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse between tracks.
See the goal close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

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