The temperature rises above 25 degrees and it becomes difficult to keep the motivation going, the weight of it is palpable. I cannot change it, it's just how i am. It doesn't affect my wife in the same way, she's still quite comfortable as it pushes on towards 30. The interconnection of body and mind go out of sync. My body will never be as strong as it was. I am a long drive past my physical prime, though far better off than many. I have to pull myself up short and put a gag on the resentment that goes nowhere. Just another, less obvious, version of self-harm. The art of not taking things personally is a fine skill to nurture. I may wish to be thick skinned, impervious to others' opinions and reactions, but i'm not. Sensitivity breeds contempt. In truth i'm easily rattled.like brazil nuts in a food processor. And so it has been these last days, in this backwater world we inhabit. For me i guess it's strange to think that for many it's not a backwater but a central hub of their idea of self and place. There is no way i can take it seriously, the very remoteness geographically and cosmically bring personal insignificance into high relief. And yet i still find the defensive hackles rising, head spinning, screaming out for disproportionate reactions.
Hanging on tightly to disappointment is a sure-fire way to feel crap about the whole continuation of being. We are bombarded by the opinions of random acquaintances, ineffectual journalists, contemptible public figures, passionate activists, spin doctors, sponsored scientists, impotent lovers and the radical societal shift that has birthed 'Me Culture'. Has there ever been a more difficult time to 'let it be as it is'? To tread softly through life and through this world has long been an aspiration, especially when surrounded by the loud roarings and heavy booted, simmering anger of privileged self-righteousness. Now it seems to be a persistent frequency, even amongst those whom i had believed to be like-minded, open-minded, souls. You can't teach an old dogmatist new tricks, they dig in the heels, lock their jaws, snarl and froth, vicious guardians of the inflexible constructions by which they measure identity. It's both sad and somewhat frightening. But this, too, i must let go, if i do not wish its madness to consume me.
Yamamoto Tsunetomo Quote: “Light matters should be dealt with seriously. Serious matters should be dealt with lightly.”
THAT'S WHERE THE REAL ACTION IS
NOT WHERE THE FACES ARE UPSIDE DOWN
AND THE SUGAR DRIPS
LIKE LOST SOULS
NOTHING TO BE SAID TO MAKE IT BETTER
JUST THE EMPTY GLASS
THE BROKEN WINDOW
THE FOOL ON THE HILL WITH HIS GUN
& HIS NEED
MAKING NEW ENEMIES IN SMALLTOWN
WAITING FOR RAIN
TO WASH THE TREES CLEAN
WAITING FOR THE CHAINS
AS IT ALL SPINS ROUND
It never stops
there's always some new music
that i've just got to hear
I always thought i'd've 'made it' as a musician
if the money i spent buying other peoples' music
was equal to the money i earned from making my own
i never 'made it'
Now i wonder
how much i spent over the years?
when money was tight i'd part exchange
sell and swap
just to keep on hearing something new
feeling it work its magic and fill me with those otherworldly
that are almost as essential to me as water
LAST YEAR THERE WERE RELEASES DROPPING OUT OF THE SKY HERE, THERE & EVERYWHERE. IT'S JUST THE WAY IT WAS, COLLABORATIONS, SPONTANEOUS PROJECTS, GUEST APPEARANCES ETC. A COUPLE DIDN'T MAKE IT FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER; ONE OF THESE IS THE PETER HOPE & DAVID HARROW SUFFERHEAD EP, ORIGINALLY RELEASED BACK IN 1985 ON INK RECORDS BUT NOW RE-RELEASED BY THE EVER SUPPORTIVE KiNETiK RECORDS FROM GREECE. THE EP HAS BEEN COUPLED WITH OUR 2013 'FOLLOW UP' AND IS RELEASED AS AN EDITION OF 150 WITH 100 ON WHITE VINYL & 50 ON BLACK, MAKING THE BLACK VINYL THE LIMITED EDITION! >NICE TOUCH FROM HEAD HONCHO SAVVAS, THERE. IT'S GREAT TO GET THESE TEN TRACKS OUT AND SOUNDING PRIMO. BIG THANKS TO ALL WHO WERE INVOLVED.
TASTER ON BUY ON BANDCAMP
HEAR SIDE A ('85) ON SOUNDCLOUD
2020's SECOND RELEASE IS THE HOOHA HUBBUB ALBUM BY REVBJELDE & RELEASED THROUGH BURIED TREASURE. ALAN GUBBY IS THE MAIN MAN AND DRIVING FORCE BEHIND BOTH THE LABEL AND THE BAND, AND I HAVE TO SAY IT'S BEEN A TOTAL PLEASURE WORKING WITH HIM. THE BAND ARE TOP-DRAWER AND ALAN'S REALLY GET A STRONG AESTHETIC AND KNOWS HOW TO GET PEOPLE TO TAKE NOTICE. THERE'S ALREADY BEEN HALF A DOZEN GREAT REVIEWS AND IT'S NOT OFFICIALLY OUT TO THE WORLD BEYOND THE LABELS' BANDCAMP UNTIL THE START OF MARCH.
THE VINYL ALBUM EVEN COMES COMPLETE WITH DOWNLOAD CODE, COASTER, A TEXT/ART INSERT AND A REDUX CD. THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE. HATS OFF!
LISTEN & BUY ON BANDCAMP
i started out looking at a graveyard of classic Cadillac hearses
but took a left turn into a WrongWay street
and ended up in Corolla County.
Mongolian artist Davaajargal Tsaschikher, of rock band Mohanik, joins Chinabot to release a solo album Titled Re Exist, the ambient soundscape gives modern form to traditional Mongolian instruments and belief systems.
The record uses punk, psychedelic and noise alongside folk techniques to explore the concept of continuous space.
Davaajargal Tsaschikher, a sound artist from Ulaanbaatar, is releasing his latest album Re Exist on 12th of February. Although best known at home for his work in popular rock band Mohanik, his solo project is ambient, contemplative electronic folk music that explores space, time and texture, using traditional Mongolian instruments in an entirely modern way.
The release is a collection of years of experiments, including his work in the 2017 Venice biennale. There, he collaborated with Alva Noto and a group of Mongolian throat singers, building the distinctive sound of the Morin Khuur, field recordings and mouth harp into a brooding, trance-like dirge.
Drawing from psychedelic, punk and sound art, Re Exist’s expansive soundscapes convey a sense of repetitive vastness. Not only recalling the physical landscape of Mongolia, they also describe the local belief system, Tengrism, in which endless reincarnation into new dimensions plays a central role.
“It is really interesting to focus on ancient Mongolian rituals which connect or communicate with nature and old spirits,” Tsaschikher says. “I sense a really strong feeling and deep communication when I meet a shaman.”
“In some ways, it feels like humans and natural spirits never die. I believe that there is reincarnation or re-existence. There must be a different dimension of time and space.”
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ABOVE - Harry Roseman, “2019-1” (2019), acrylic on paper, 17 1/2 x 24 inches
Easy to hold and made from soft, textured silicone that is gentle on gums, babies can dip the Chewtensils in food and then practice the motion of self-feeding as they go from food to mouth. PA.APP/P.A.(!$)