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.
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
