Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Moebius endgültig aufgenommen !-(

I count myself quite fortunate to have resided in Chicago during Cluster's only tour of the states and likewise to've been in situ for Harmonia's reunion in Berlin.

I prefer not to delve too deep into the aspect of those venues' environs as it relates to an audient's optimal uptake for the duration of a live performance. Anyone familiar with Cluster's quieter ambient passages may know the potential treachery when aural surroundings of the commercial or communicative kind overwhelm non-definable electronic sound emanating from the house PA system.

Being able to observe so near the unbreakable interpersonal acuity with which Joachim Roedelius and Dieter Moebius of Cluster generated their style of fragile silence upon the Metro stage was to witness an act of affirmation, an experience extended to those presently present, the likes of which only come so often.

Had it not been for Moebius and his colleagues Roedelius and Michael Rother, as well as Conny Plank and others, the guy they call Eno would not be Eno. On the other hand, had it not been for Brian Eno, I wouldn't know Moebius.

Nothing transcends like a live performance, so I say unequivocally that, given a choice between listening at home and going to a show, naturally I'd prefer to see the Kluster man of Harmonia live, and not just because now I cannot.

But I give great thanks that he was recorded again & again. I love the music, of course, and notwithstanding his manifold field of influence upon, let's face it, the mortally afoot,  without his place on vinyl and magnetic tape and in the digital realm, Dieter Moebius would be no more.

Born in '44, gone in '15. This is from last year.


Alex' Setting Sun, Berlin-Mitte - 2005

Sunday, 19 July 2015

The Sundae Conspiracy:
In Which I Strawman with the Best of 'Em

"Put it on a plate, son. You'll enjoy it more."
—Otto Mom

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It is possible to observe transgressive media obsessions as an outsider, in spite of the boundaries having been all but blown away. I don't mean to belittle anyone's local concerns with this aspersion, as there are no doubt always real local concerns. Viewed through the lens of an international network, however, seeing how specific things breach the regional threshold to make them matter nationally, or pan-ethnically, could lead others to preoccupy themselves, with the unawares airs that they're above it all.

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Short Secretary Tells Tall Tales

This is tedious but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Former Secretary to the Bubbya administration Robert Reich has written two pieces for AriannaOnLine recently, both of them demonstrating the shallow depth of discernment that even the most intelligent American voters are able to go to, and how it shades their understanding of the political process.

First the latter piece, which guilts at a ghost: The Glass-Steagall Act of 1933.

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Fasc. of the Titans: a barely bilingual crossover zwischen The Image Nation und Der Parkbank Pinkler

Where the composite term Realitätenhändler (realtors) does not exist as a standard in Germany as it does in Austria, its two nouns, Realitäten (realities) and Händler (dealers) do.

This is submitted to bring to the attention of the reader that the very lost phoneme that distinguishes realty from reality does dually endure in the tongue of a once great cousin once removed. Consequently, characterized exclusively contextually are her variant arts of immovable properties.

Monday, 29 June 2015

The Implausible Plausibility of Harry Mudd

This article from The New Yorker is a good example of comparatively good reportage gone flawed in how, even with an unsavory presentation of its host country's affairs, it implicitly frames its motives in a better light than it deserves, demonstrating the ways of the unwitting accomplice in the manufacture of plausible consent.

This is more than a fair assessment, maybe too fair. For one, calling the reportage comparatively good entirely ignores the opening sentence wherein it is claimed that there is "historic nuclear diplomacy taking place in Vienna’s elegant Coburg Palace". But for now I would like to avoid close-reading the party-line that underlies establishment media.

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Superfecta of Yes We Canonize



Taking the tweet in sequence:

—Not only not universal, the Affordable Care Act is a crony-capitalist scheme that squeezes the marginal to feed first & foremost the wealthiest with whom you'll never be able to swim. A deductible so high that you won't overcome it until you're on life support, but is what you buy to avoid a penalty, is not coverage. As a matter of fact, it's anti-coverage.

Monday, 22 June 2015

Der Parkbank Pinkler
Kapitel X: Dank sei dem großen Gehirn

Aus all dieser Dateien
kommt es manchmal vor,
nähert sich uns ein Stück
und spuckt uns ins Ohr.

Ein Stück Wahrheit, ein Stück Klarheit,
können wir es nicht sagen,
nur dessen Kloben zum Kliff ins
Zutrau'n zur Hoffnung wagen.

Ein Teil aus dem endlosen All, alles
eine Stimme, die uns sagt, „So soll es.“

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

His & Hers

And now that you know you don't exist, who'll stop the turning of the earth?
—Bakit Masakit
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It was inevitable that she would end up with him. He had come on annoyingly strong from their first encounter and, as odd as this may sound to some, there is this culture in which it is much less difficult for a sweet soul like hers to go along to get along.

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Christopher Lee is Dead

As is Ornette Coleman <Go to that link. There's a video of a beautiful performance feat. another personally treasured — James Blood Ulmer.

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Der Parkbank Pinkler
Kapitel IX: nicht in der Lage

IX.

Als sie ihm ihre melancholische Grundstimmung meldete, änderte sich die Besuchsgrundstimmung. Also gerade in dem Moment, als sie behauptete, seit vor-letztens eine melancholische Grundstimmung gepflegt zu haben. Na ja, das Vor-silbe ist eher eine Projektion, vielleicht von mir, vielleicht von dem Typ, der ihr gerade nach mehreren Minuten mitten im angenehmen Dialog die „Wie gehts DIR, eigentlich?“ Frage stellen musste, vielleicht aber nicht nur, meine ich: Was die Chancen sind, eine Grundstimmung von Melancholie erst in letzter Zeit angefangen hat?

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Memory is a Word

These are my memories not just in words, but of them. Maybe all are strictly transmitted as such. Best I can recollect beyond the syntactic is notions of memories I should have, episodes repeated enough to form an eventual series, their details as vague as the notion that I should know them. What comes to the fore are phrases coined, caught for repetition, often enough a companion in a loop interrupting my thinking until... still.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Manufacturing Plausible Consent:
peer pressure via implication

Now, the advertising advocates - they'll tell you that proven ad strategies are being employed to influence every aspect of our lives; and the stats geeks will interpret the results and tell you who you are; and although most won't believe this definition about themselves, they'll believe the definition about everyone else.
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The origin of plausible denial lies in murky waters. The term itself is clear, its floating chunks visible along the Potomac every time some beltway branch broadsheet regurgitates, "What did the president know and when did he know it?" but the origin of the concept is too deep to be surfaced.

Friday, 22 May 2015

Wreck Ignition

There is no intuition, colored as it is by information, memory, and cognition. An intuitive impulse is expressed frequently enough. That is, the experience of the expression is expressed to others and recounted & related to – or misunderstood.