... yes, I hate you... before I bought, few years ago your "Krautrocksampler" book I was grooving on... ancient music, viola da gamba, lute, theorbo, chitarrone, harpsichord... long time gone freaking out on Capt. Beefheart, Frank Zappa, Tangerine Dream, Amon Duul, never went deep again on this teenager-music I used to listen to 30+ years ago, you bastard...
... it's simply innatural, too weird to suffer of such a tsunami in listening, at my venerable age, to Michael Rother, Neu!, Ash Ra Tempel, Amon Duul, Popol Vuh, Can, Faust, Kraftwerk, Harmonia, Cluster, Sergius Golowin... Walter Wegmuller... WALTER WEGMULLER, again!!!
Is it possible I lived all these years without listening to this (apparently a) pastiche where ALL the Cosmic Couriers, Klaus Schulze, Manuel Gottsching, Witthuser and Westrupp, all these geniuses are giving their souls to the most mysterious music ever?
I almost forgot the emotions such a musical exposure was able to give to me.
Since I purchesed your book, Julian, I simply re-traced all the records in yr. 50 discs 2die4 list... maybe 30 or so I already owned, the rest, well... I've been amazed, puzzled, astonished... purchasing what I missed decades ago was an amusement, better, a rebirth... these discs aren't audiophile, they're not collectors items, per se... they're humble waxes containing a light, a time machine of a time full of "hope", of "love"... the Berlin's Wall was still up, yet strongly aiming to go down... smoking dope wasn't yuppie, or cool or relaxing... BUT broadening consciousness! Ah!
... as I often say... I don't need dope, anymore: I produce my own whenever needed... maybe a by-product of such a fondness to this music, long afternoon grooving on Hosianna Mantra and In den Garten Pharaos et al...
... BUT you, Julian... how did you did this... a respectful, respected guy whose music room, right now, seems a pagan church where this Music from the past, TAROT by Wegmuller, resonates with stars and sun and spring and love and hope... how's possible this miracle?
You simply re-discovered the hipstest of musics... you were late, BUT sincere... I remember that in 1980 nobody was listening to this outdated music... Krautrock discs were given for free, heavily discounted at best.
... now, when Tour de France by Kraftwerk or Sergius Golowin, or Tangerine Dream are spinning on my turntable I feel a strenght and a positiveness too seldom experienced... Tago Mago by Can is almost painful, as Yeti by Amon Duul, both naked youth in music, hope for a better world but needing to blame elders and old world and habits... Ege Bamyasi or "Die Sterne" on Tarot by (again, yes...) Wegmuller is... my food and beverage, my soundtrack and amniotic fluid, where I can regenerate myself, I'm fish and fetus, dead and re-born, feel a different heartbeat inside me and in outer world...
... so, for this reason, Julian, please... f..k you... I hate you!
People should be prepared to this all, you... you... and stop smiling on that picture!
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bat uai donciù risaiz de imegiss???
... because I love "that" randomness, Aivan...
My fault;-)
You know, just by reading the names you wrote causes a kind of dizziness in me. The memories of long gone summers listening to Faust IV, Klus Schulze and Tangerine Dream. The smell of that vinyl, the cold vodka, the evenings playing chess on the back porch, listening to the low noise of the railroad.
BTW Dr. James Martin is a theremin player/master who was my mentor in the complex systems engineering course at UCI. I see that he only published his works through the campus radio production facility.
... that's what music's for... revamping the past, hinting the future, don't you?;-)
Hinting the future? 'fraid not, mate. Everything's so different, there is this huge impedence mismatch. I think that our memories (and I mean mine and yours), are just that. Memories. And there is little point in trying to fool ourselves into thinking that in the future we could have another season like that.
I think we are part of a small club of visionaries of the past, now aging and savoring our memories to keep ourselves alive. I think that you are different from your brothers or sisters, or close fellows, although you tried to communicate with them. It's just a different wavelength, and you cannot do any better than this to make yourself standing out.
... sadly I know you're right and I was wrong... too quickly I wrote "hinting"... better I'd do writing: "hoping for same emotions in the future" or the like... BUT nonetheless, memories are something which, through music and fondness, are alive as we are... not consider myself as living in the past, but I sure love and cherish my background as you do, too... it's our humus.
BTW... I read mr. Sergius Golowin (quite) recently died... do you remember his history? Once a Switzerland's parliament member, then into commune life in the mountains with several friends and an acid experimenter in his +50s, a musician, a writer (gipsies and cats among his beloved topics)... a very interesting character, indeed...
Yes, I remember "Lord Krishna of Goloka" of Der Reigen fame. Alas, he passed away 3 or 4 years ago. Quite a weird fellow, and the friends you refer to were actually "wives"! I think he was the turning point in kraut rock, and I don't believe he was particularly gifted, but he was "in the flux", he was part of a series of events which were instrumental in the definition fo several artistic movements.
Hey, ever tought of puttin some of *your* music on the net?
... yes, I remember the multi-women affaire stuff;-)
Maybe he wasn't so musically gifted, but a pretty good lover and women cognoscenti he probably was;-)
I agree (not my fault doing this;-))that back in mid-70s there was a movement... and also a groupie, a dope dealer, a young poet, a barber, a tobacconist, a music shop forgiving an instalment on the delayed payment of a Gibson or a Martin's ALL had their weight to things happening these days... most important was being on the spot at the right moment...
Playing...
... I still play quite often, both acoustic and electro-acoustic guitar... but I'm SOOO shy and technically flawed with computer and digital recording I cannot imagine me playing AND recording at same time... these days I'm into playing some Echoplex' and World EMU and GR-33 Roland MIDI on my electro-acoustic axe... loops of (guitar generated) didjeridoo and percussions, gongs, gamelan... who, WHO could be interested in grooving on these private elucubrations? - i.e. beside my technical laziness, I feel me more in Makoto Kawabata's noble, humble vein: I'm an antenna and can't understand where this music comes from...so, most of the times, also nicest, most interesting loops, tunes, morceau, whatever... like they came, they goes... better: I let them go, lost, free to return where they came from... the space, my mind... I guess you didn't imagine a worst reply to yr. question;-)))
Your music should be another medium to communicate to others, since you seems to be so eager. Kind of broadcasting: Who cares if somebody is really listening ? But what if somebody is listening and understanding ?
Cheers
... slowly coming... soon!
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