The eternal interlude # 1

from the release 'gretchen' on 'clinical archives', 2009

insektenmusik | insectmusic

whereever the paths will lead us my dearest friend, there will always be a cartway we can walk together...

Feldweg _ cartway

from the release "recordings without the frogs from the pond" on 'clinical archives', 2009

capitulation pt. 2. (more or less rules)

Mr. Porters sunday morning

Music is at best just music. It doesn’t need names or categories.
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Veritable music is – like everything – determinated by chaos, fluke, happening. One tone follows another one, meets him, runs away again, collides with two others , lingers for a moment, jumps far away, falls asleep, screams and rans off, palavers, skips, dances, cries...is ALIVE, transformes, dies and is new – ALWAYS!

My music is in the NOW, it develops in the very moment, it sounds. There are absolutely no defaults in a structural, (a)tonal, temporary, formal, intellectual or emotional way, unless not to have any defaults, would be one…

The guitar is released of its standardized restricted usage and way of playing. The tuning of the instrument adapts to the mood of the player. And vice versa. (In german the word for tuning and mood is similar!) She’s Lover, Enemy, Master, Clown, Monster. Tone is Tone. Sound Sound. Rhythm Rhythm. What happens, happens.

Everything is exactly right. HERE. NOW. ALL.



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