east-odyssee februar 2003 with participating projects
and individuals:
the nautilus deconstruction
(art noise action from berlin/leipzig), completely fucked-up society
(tape cut-up nihilism from zurich/planet pluto), dobra minus
(minimalist drones w/ electro-acoustic hints), gen 26 (sound
nihilism from slovenia with swedish spoken words appearance), e.boros/hermit
(universal genius of shitnoise, canaduh),
m.frechville/freedom stew (situationist soundexperimententertainment,
france), deep (psychedelic snail-rock with two basses, auxburch),
gerald fiebig/ thorsten propeller (freestyle-spokenwords, auxburch),
das grausame schneeballschlachten
(dilettanto-no deutsche welle, auxburch), cities in desolation
(headmovie-ambientindustrial, athens/ greece), urbanoxfailure
feat. grigi (uplifting sunshine-tecknoh-trance, bratislava, slovakia)
introduction - //// ------- in some way i fucked it up again. well, maybe i will remember some fragments of this very inspiring and varied odyssee, but i doubt. i am not a good chronical writer and i don't know really where to start, since there are so many possible starting points and so many ending points. well, in some way our eternal mission is the holy mission of total confusion and expansion of the aural microcosmos. well, this means nothing and i am just writing this in order to pretend that there is something remotely like a purpose or intention (well, in fact there might be some but maybe only as a holy wish...) /// maybe caught to much sun. well there was sun and my bike is repaired and so i did a trip in the woods and was haging out in the woods, man! so this introduction is totally pointless and aimless and without importance, just to kick you in your lazy ass and punch you in your ugly face! don't stop to read you are slowly getting addicted to my words and phrases of wisdom! you are going to read this until your bitter end or the end of this bitter text! there is no escape and there is no cure. it's your doom and your personal apocalypse, after the end of this text there is no world existing anymore, life has been extinguished and thwe grammar too... there is no intelligent life on this planet anymore, it never existed in some way... all intelligence is from aliens. maybe not. is there an ambition to be intelligent? if your goal is to be an intelligent highly-educated person i think many will think about you as an "arrogant stupid antisocial asshole", well, fogg, english not my language, but i will misuse it for my silly phrases about our experiences or better said my personal experiences and traumas i had to survive during our last trip through boders, doors and over bridges in order to find gardens of green, oasis of sparkling waters, clouds of fluffy material, mountains of candy and hazelnut-wafers (??), streams of vegan honey and skies full of tears and frozen pizzas. well, you see, the writer is inspired and writing about all the important things in an average super-privileged life of bored and arrogant slackers. no aim, no desire, no ambition anymore. but maybe that is not the truth (if there is one to find... forget about it!), maybe there still exist this burning desire to change everything for the better and to make this planet a better place to be for every creature, see we try to be careing sensitive individuals and in some way we are totally doomed to fail in the end. there will never be utopia as island, we have to put up with the dystopias of reality, shattered dreams due to immense sledgehammers breaking your skull and feeding your brain with all the injustice, uglyness and atrocities of moder good life, good reality, this one! if you are too weak then you have to give in. easy like that, man. all the frustration leads to nowhere, except to your own personal demise.
s/01/02 - augsburg/GER @ provino live club
w/ deep & das grausame schneeballschlachten # special appearance
of gerald fiebig feat. thorsten propeller
: people like me have too much spare-time and are usually totally bored
and frustrated about their fucked-up and miserable lifes and that is why
people like me usually are killing time with senseless actions like paying
a visit to penpals in order to kill even more time and nerves. well, not being
the asshole that i am usally are i emailed gerald and asked him if he has
time for a poor swiss guy who has no purpose in his life except from polluting
the world with noise and garbage and empty beercans. you see, i belong to
the underdevelopped species of homo insapiens totaliter fuckedup-us europeens
(noise-redneck-head), good for gerald that my mother took good care of me
and learned me some lessons in good behaviour and total respect to other
forms of life. well, to make the story even longer than it already is: i
took the train leaving too-rich after lunch-hour and i don't remember that
i had really enough time to eat lunch, i was of course totally stressed and
already hopelessly confused with putting up with the fact that i had to decide
what the goods will be i pack into my bag-pack. well, if this is not always
the same struggle, what to leave at home and what book to bring along (although
one never finds time and patience to read one single line....) and what t-shirts
with cool logos i should wear during my cool manifestations of creative freedom
and intelligent performance of my super-stupidness. well, life has never
been just or easy for me, haha! i wanted to buy some liquid gold canned in
metal meterial called aluminium, but the gates to the often-frequented shop
for these personal need were shut, the working people had lunch-hour or maybe
the boss fled with all the money, i don't know and i did not really care
and postponed my frustration. so fukken, no beers for the travel, so that
means no fun either! shit! i found my privileged reserved place in my privileged
ICE and the travel could start. i stared out of the window and it was better
than TV i swear! it is cool to see the fields and lakes and hills drifting
by. change of scenary, always good!! well, i think i had to get out in stuttgart
to catch the other connection that was delayed for hours and hours (well
not really but it was immensely delayed...). so i ate every single knäckebrot
and every olive i could find in my plastic-bag full of food (gift from mama,
me myself was far to dis-organised to go hunting for some food...you know)
just becuz i was starting to get nervous about everything i left behind and
about everything that i was going to have to put up with (all the nightmares
in reality...). the connection train finally found its way through the jungle
of iron and electricity and cats and dogs and its masters wanting to cross
the tracks and enteres stuttgart hauptbahnhof not right in time and pissing
a mass of people off. priority trains with immense delay suck, but i did
not really care, i did not have to catch another connection i just had to
jump off at augsburg hauptbahnhof. well, of course i managed to do it when
it was necessary and was worrying a bit about poor gerald who had to pass
time in ugly trainstation. but gerald knew how to spend his precious time,
he was drinking tea and hanging out at the press-stand(?) flicking through
some magazines and told me a funny anekdote about one magazine he found next
to another and i forgot about the details so it does not make much sense
for the moment, but if i had the details it would make much sense (oh fuck,
my memory...). my personal bag-carrier was now available and on full service
and so we could continue the struggle against the virgin snowmountains and
hostile ways to geraldos heremitage. it is totally true, you can believe
me, gerald lives nextdoor (well across the street) with some nice coppers
in their nice station (link to: hausmusik - akzent/zeit/verschiebung: fiebig/
weibel CDr and tape not available or maybe yes). gerald is a polite guy with
lot of strange ideas in his brain and lot of entertaining stories in his
mouth. his appartement was very little (well, in fact big enough), a microcosmos
of books, tapes and vinyl and strange mail-art things on the wall. i asked
gerald if he read all the books (he has plenty of them) and he directly admitted
that most of them are unread. great. maybe gerald will have some time in
future to read all the jewels he has already now in the present. gerald was
totally inspired to do some vegan cooking with mushrooms and mushrooms and
it was a delicious meal and he even offered me a bottle of dark beer. after
the meal we relaxed a bit and started to make plans for our pub-crawl(?)
that led us to the place gerald usually hangs out called pavian. personally
if you ask me but only if you ask: definitely not my type of gallon of beer.
smokey, crammed-full place with okay she-djing for a change, but noisy as
hell people so in the end i was shouting to gerald and he was shouting at
me and we understood only half part of our useless conversation about our
microcosmos of hometaping idiotery. that was mainly the reason why we fled
to a coffeehouse in the inner city that was silent as hell compared to the
youth-gathering-boring-place before. we ordered coffee just to beam us back
into hard reality and i had a strange conversation with a drunken guy in
the pissoir after having left behind masses of intestinal goods in the toilet
advising me not to eat too much garlic. does it really matter? we then went
to another etablissement with another strange name (i forgot) and drank an
overpriced bottle of beer. well, the constructive part in some way of the
night began as gerald set up his 4 tracker in order to record our silly audiostuff
after struggling with inputs and outputs. a late-night drunken session started
and i doubt the recordings are of a really interest to somebody else than
us.
next day started with too much sunshine for our eyes and lot of coffee
through our throat. we decided to go out for a walk and gerald showed me
some gedenkstein for a bastard and i of course dont know the exact information
about it anymore (but maybe with the help of gerald will know soon). well,
like this life looks shiny and nice. snow and sunshine, what else do you want
more?
we returned after hours of energy-consuming walking around parks and gerald
started to chop vegetables for the delicious meal he was going to prepare
(aubergines, olives, tofu and tomatoes in the stove a la fiebig hold together
with a toothstick, what the hell....). my german friends were a bit delayed
and announced their holy arrival so we were fucken prepared and closed and
barred the doors and closed the shutters and prepared stones and bricks to
throw at their ugly faces. we even phoned to the animal asylum and asked
for aggressive and nonstop-barking dogs. but finally they won the battle and
entered geralds monastery and proceeded to eat away the food that was prepared
for the aliens we expected to serve. we gave in and let things happen like
they should happen in nature and in the cosmos of chaos and entropy. that
is also why we guided them to the spot of action where we were supposed to
entertain the local beer punks. that is where i met by chance local beer punk
number ONE called mr. zong. he told me stories about his miserable life and
medical stories about complicated broken feet and it was good to meet and
talk to him after a long time of not knowing how his miserable life was going
on. also at this location i met local ex-punk mister spring who was under
heavy influence of drugs and stress and influenza so due to this and my inability
to communicate i just did some smalltalk with him but wished for more deep
philosophical conversation, but in places like provino it is not possible
and i was already totally going to worry about the performance (initially
it was intended as a live collaboration between fiebig and weibel, but i
totally forget to advise gerald about my beginning and when i started gerald
never found a clue where he could start the noise-hell-party, but that is
not chronically correct like this so CUT ///// - - - -))))))) we had to set
up our truckloads of heavy stuff and das grausame schneeballschlachten had
to start with their neverending soundcheck and tuning of guitars and keyboards
and drums after having dressed up like the total idiots they hopefully are
NOT. a terrible hell of total dilletant-abusing the instruments and i must
say i liked them, every single note was pain in ears. after that the most
compact show i saw by deep. totally really excellent! half an hour of full
entertainmant and sweet bath for the ears. after this i think poor micha had
to put up with the total ignorance of local beer punk number 2 who was threatening
him to beat him up if he would continue with his performance. i dont know
maybe it was my turn or dobra minus (i opt for dm) and they seemed also not
to be totally happy with the audience. their well-constructed innerspective
drones did not really lead to somewhere but away from this place. my noisy
action was totally avarage and i was waiting and waiting for gerald to show
up on the stage, grabbing the microphone and shouting to the people: "DO
YOU WANT MORE???" and the totally outrageous folks were shouting back "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH",
but this never happened and so i stopped my silly accoustic adventure. in
order to terrorize the still not having gone back to their ugly houses people
gerald and thorsten started their a capella freestlye open rhythm and blues
session without too much blues. very good and spontanously fresh tunes and
rhymes (MC gerald is the king...). after that stuffing back our backline
in the massive truck and nightliner and the german bastards went to some guy
of the schneeballschlacht-band called mark i guess and myself I went
to gerald in order to sleep or counting cows. back in geralds safe sweet
home we opened up some more bottles and started to record more serious stuff
( i remember two good songs...).
s/02/02 - münchen/GER @ raum
102: in the meantime another fukking war started and i am slowly forgetting
everything connected to the tour, shitt. well, maybe it is good this way,
initially i also wanted to write down what we ate and write down all the
names of all the cool scenesters we have met. becuz we are cool scenesters
too. but nobody wanted to see us, boooh! oh well, just grabbed a new beer
and although i am not drinking really anymore i am still drinking (if you
understand this then please call me....) oh well, if you are lucky enough
to be in augsburg then it is compulsory that you pay a visit to the fine
and faithful people who live in the fuggerei. that is what we did and other
fine things, after the expanded breakfast with hectoliters of black coffee
and tea. finally it was very time to find the way to the next town and club.
we found the place in a pretty short reasonable time and wow that room 102
has for sure atmosphere, maybe becuz it is a multifunctional room, atelier,
partyroom, webdesigner and musicdevelloper space. from time to time in order
to partially finance their rent they throw up parties and sell drugs, hehe.
well with us they did not really make any money. maybe three paying people
showed up. nevertheless i think all of us had a good time there, nice friendly
and peacefull people. it was a inspiring, relaxing evening without stress.
we listened to very strange records and floh found the best labels to describe
the styles like "weirdo jazz" (oh shit, i forgot about everything that is
why i should write moments and episodes like this down...). we ended up in
some hip-hop-basement club called uptown i think and we drank some hard stuff
before getting to bed (micha and franziska were already sleeping when we
came back). next day expanded breakfast as always and then we slowly had
to drive to vienna where we would stay 2 days before going to zelezniki.
in some way (and it is the second time i am in vienna) vienna has been more
or less really quiet for being a city of millions of people, especially at
night almost nobody is in the streets as it seems, but maybe there is also
not many places to go. we once went to the flex and it was so fucking boring
and also expensive there that it was just me drinking a bottle of beer and
then we went back. oh well. will write more about vienna when we will show
up at the ekh.
t/06/02/03 - zelezniki/SLO @ mkc rov. when we drove up to the parking lot next to the petrol station we crossed ways with eric and marylise who went to the shops. we met el presidente ales playing chess with some spoilt youth from somewhere. we arrived a day before our scheduled gig. i remember snow, sunshine and melting ice that is falling from the roof, oli and me just being the tough two guys who know how to take a risk and sunbathing despite of the obvious danger, haha. no risk no fun! zelezniki is rural with nice hills, a factory for furniture (almost everybody is working there) and maybe not much else than woods and nature. okay, 2 bars. and the youth centre where we played. and the petrol station. was there a church? i don't know. but maybe. i remember a pingpong table, no toilet, so in the night one had to piss outside (risk to get caught and cursed at) or in a bottle. taking a shit was much more complicated and should not be revealed. oh, well. what else? worrying if matjaz would file us the missing information, becuz there was an information stop and some misunderstandings between matjaz, marylise and eric. but in general no worries. our gig wasn't extremely extraordinary. but we did our best. eric was the silence in person. he was totally serious all the time. no wonder, he IS a serious artist, a sound sculpturing shaman. marylise was much more silent (and maybe i know why...but i remain silent and then why should i know?). anyways, ales wanted to start some kind of discussion with the present youth but they seemed a bit shy or maybe not curious enough. so no youth action this time, only old fucks action. and maybe we were the only drinking beer. and maybe i drank too much. the same story again and again.
f/07/02/03 - nova gorica/SLO @ masovna. well, in some way it was fucking freezing cold like miso would say. and the masovna was a pretty new cultural space and what a promising one! there was an impressive exhibition with some pictures they took while banging in the brickwalls to get into the building as squatting action, great! this was last year. good soundsystem and matjaz and anna were there just before lunchtime i guess and i was already drinking again although i did not want to drink, but i am weak and stupid and sooo naive! oh well, think we all had more or less a good show and evening and bozo was talking to me for a long time about the good old times of noisecore and stuff.
s/08/02/03 - sezana/SLO @ mc podlaga
s/09/02/03 - kranj/SLO @ bazen
m/10/02/03 - domzale/SLO @ mkc
t/11/02/03 - ljubljana/SLO (plus radio session [18h] ) @ gromka
w/ cities in desolation (greece)
t/13/02 - wien/AUT @ e.k.h.
w/ urbaNOxfailure (sk)
f/14/02 - bratislava/SK
w/ urbaNOXfailure (sk)
s/15/02 - malacky/SK
m/17/02 - prague/CZ @ fcca jeleni
@ inside/outside - one week of mixed reality borderline symptom (10/02-17/02): www.radiojeleni.cz