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Monday 29 December 2014

تدمر‎ | valley of the tombs | tape out now

very gladly taking the opportunity to announce that my latest release, palmyra - valley of the tombs, is now available as an ultra-limited edition cassette tape and 24bit digital download from my bandcamp page.


two fifteen-minute instrumental compositions, based on the original 'palmyra' piece from my 'sittah sittah sab'ah' album, the release is an instrumental journey into arabian-influenced-dark-jazz-doom-drone.


please do be sure to think about securing yourself one of the twelve hand-crafted cassettes, or a copy of the download which also includes a six-page digital booklet with auxiliary materials. get involved.

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
29th december 2014

Wednesday 17 December 2014

top ten 'most-listened-to' artists of 2014

as with every year before it, 2014 has been a really special year of listening. there have been some amazing new releases to discover, along with many times and places to revisit some much-treasured classic works from the ever-expanding vaults. over the last twelve moons i really sought to try to keep abreast of the many new releases which would interest me, and how they surely influenced my overall listening activities for the year, but how i was consistently revisiting old favourites and conducting further investigations into past recordings; which lead to the overall pattern of my audio-experiences over the long days and weeks. so, might i take a moment to present to you what became my top ten 'most-listened-to' artists of 2014, in ascending order.

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10. bohren & der club of gore


perennial favourites for more than a decade now, bohren always find themselves in my yearly top ten, and if not, then very nearby. for sure their most-well-renowned album 'sunset mission' took them directly into the dark-jazz sound that angelo badalamenti essentially invented with his work alongside david lynch, but, before and after that, each album from bohren has its own distinctive sound; each taking us in a slightly different direction, a different set of instrumentation, a different set of moods. this year, their 'piano nights' release proved to be an epic exercise into a strange, beautiful, sad, melancholic variant of their world. much less dark and menacing, much more timid, fragile, tender even. for my own money 'black earth' has always been my most-visited release from their catalogue, followed by the almighty 'sunset mission', but the new one has very certainly been on the most-heaviest rotation over these moons since its release. if you are without bohren in your life, or simply without their full catalogue of albums, i sincerely, sincerely urge you to pursue the possibilities therein.


09. charlie parker


every year, very-gladly, proves to be a new lesson in jazz for me, but how this last one provided me with such a wonderfully satisfying connexion of loose ends that have trailed all the way back to my childhood. of course i have been keenly, keenly aware of the name, and massive importance of charlie parker since as long as i can remember, and had no doubt, over the long years, heard many selections. but 2014 finally presented me with the chance to really sit down and investigate his recorded works in detail. my resource was the complete savoy/dial master recordings, and what an incredible treat they are. recorded between 1945-1948, they encapsulate the incredible bebop sound that was prevalent in new york, and for me finally helping to bridge the gap between my love of 30's and 50's jazz, the glowing sound of the missing decade in my listenings, save for a perhaps a few vocal artists and groups. as for charlie parker, he crushes so insanely hard, so hard. this is a legendary name, for good reason. i can only recommend you begin to investigate his canon, or continue to expand your own collection. onwards.


08. odd nosdam


if memory serves, i first sat down and listened to odd nosdam very, very closely with the arrival of the cLOUDDEAD triple-vinyl on my doorstep as a university student in west london, uk. the album destoyed me, utterly, in many number of magical ways, but the overwhelming initial highlight were the incredible drone-pieces from 'cLOUDDEAD no.5'. how i was completely swept-up up in their incredible radiance, and have long looked towards his releases for these shimmering doses of impossible tranquility, not to mention his crushing drums, field recordings and dialogue samples along the way. for many years, i had two 'favourite producers'; fbcfabric and odd nosdam. i have to admit that a few other guys out there have got a few things happening, edison, but these are the two perennial favourites. gladly, odd nosdam is a shade more prolific than fbcfabric, so how it is an ongoing pleasure to be able to audition new works alongside the old classics. the 'trish' tape was definitely govering this years' listening patterns though, having gladly scored myself a copy at amoeba records in berkley, whilst on a tape-hunt with babelfishh; glory days.


07. john coltrane


utter crushing devastation, at every turn, forever. this year found me discovering some absolutely, absolutely critical live recordings of sir coltrane which had me quickly exponentially increasing my listening in to his astonishing work, as well as my very own 'long-lost' coltrane classic, as if i had been searching for it my whole life. i actually stumbled upon the 'village vanguard' recordings whilst pursuing some precious eric dolphy materials. first my searches turned up the original single lp release of the album, but then soon accorded me the chance of locating the 'complete recordings' box-set, captured across four nights' in new york in 1961. the band had recently returned from a tough european tour, where they had faced booing crowds in some spots, due to the extremeness of their material during this period. but how these recordings capture nothing but piece after piece of monolithic deathcrush. coltrane and dolphy chew their way through 'india' and 'spiritual' like i do not choose to describe. but how, also this year, i finally secured myself a vinyl copy of the unutterable 'om'. very often described as coltrane's 'worst album', it is a twenty-nine minute free-jazz excursion into total abandonment. i do not have enough space for the words. find the record, find a dark room. take yourself to the place. do it.


06. angelo badalamenti


the true master will always feature on this list, and i will always find new ways to heap praise upon his music, and indeed his character. 2014 actually found me, for the very first time outside of his scenes in mulholland drive, seeing the great man himself, talking to camera, playing the twin peaks theme on the piano as he described how david lynch had sat beside him as they worked out the tune and arrangement all those years ago. such a magnificent little interview piece, and how he seems like the warmest fellow one could hope to collaborate with. but how his music still crushes and terrifies, lays furtive and brooding, swells with unimaginably sad rays of the faintest hope. the main titles to mulholland drive have long been my immediate drop-in point in recent years, and before that the theme from fire walk with me. but every badalamenti soundtrack is pure perfection, and his work with david lynch the highest of the high, whilst scarcely even needing to mention his single-handedly inventing the dark-jazz genre, giving way to all its doom-variants. a true living-legend on the strange musical landscape.


05. ella fitzgerald


last year saw me listening to vast swathes of recordings from both the boswell sisters and the andews sisters, so how fitting it would be this year that, one their greatest fans, would be boldly taking their place in this years' list. one of the most clearest, and most beautiful voices in all of jazz, and one so adept at provoking such a great spectrum of emotions from the listener. ella fitzgerald could sing them all, and with what seemed like an impossibly effortless ease the whole while. her music is so perfect for all moods, but so very perfect for lazy sundays, under clear skies, a warm spring breeze, or gentle autumn hues. in the safehouse we were enjoying selections from the various song-book recordings; cole porter, duke ellington, george and ira gershwin; the absolute classics. such a pleasure to hear her crystal clear voice resonate with simply such a timeless nature; one cannot helped but be so moved and allowed to be swept up into a nostalgic world of long ago, that still resonates so strongly back into this modern existence, rendered so utterly meaningless in the interim. magic, captured in soundwaves.


04. sun ra


how i felt i had known the name of sun ra since birth, possibly with all the egyptology picture-books i used to devour as a very young boy, but i still distinctly remember first getting to marvel at his saturn releases first-hand, in intoxica records, portobello road, in what would have been the very late 90's. i had no the cash to invest at the time, but upon enrolling at the london college of music and media, in ealing at the dawn of the new millenium, i suddenly had access to their recorded music library and soon made up for lost time. at first i was keen to hear anything and everything i could, but over time found that i was much more interested in his earlier body of work than his latter efforts. i slowly whittled his collection down to around the first twenty-five albums, which have since become my staple, replete with those one or two vital albums that i am still year to audition. still, with sun ra, one must find ones own path into the music. i am interested primarily in his bebop and free-jazz work, hence my own choice of selections, but those looking for the space-jazz would do well to perhaps investigate the next twenty-five releases. go by what style you think will please you the most. regardless of specifics of taste, he was a true master, one for all time.


03. philip glass


my top three 'most-listened-to' artists can be sure to throw up the name of one philip glass, i could hardly imagine any set of circumstances that would present any kind of plausible possibility to the contrary. as always, 'the hours' soundtrack has dominated all things. it must surely, in fact, be one of the very, very few albums that i can put on repeat and listening to from dawn til dusk, for a few days. this is almost a monthly ritual, so by the time i've had a few sessions of the masterful 'solo piano' and gone through the qatsi trilogy, the statistics start to speak for themselves. this year i did spend a good time revisiting his soundtrack to the candyman movie too, another very-welcome addition to my regular listening. 'runaway horses' from the mishima soundtrack has always been a long-standing favourite too. there is something about the music of philip glass that one should never attempt to describe. writing about music is like puking about food, edison, but one must surely dare to simply state that his work can be recognised in an instant, and will transport you to a familiar place, unlike any other, in that very same instant; and keep you there, and keep you there, and keep you there...


02. howard shore & ornette coleman


the final steps on the pyramid, and how the year could not be complete with the absolutely essential soundtrack to david cronenberg's naked lunch, based on the novel by our father william s burroughs. if the hours soundtrack is one of the very few albums i can listen to for days at a time, then this must be one of the only others. the perfect marriage of shores cinematic strings, colemans horn-work, and some middle-eastern textures to lend the whole piece its sense of place and time. essentially though, while it is a magnificently executed commission, the need for the listener to be a fan of burroughs, cronenberg, the book, or the movie, is completely by-the-by. this is simply wonderfully engaging music that will transport you to your own personal interzone, whatever your mind might simply want that to be. for my own money, it does transport me into this burroughsian world, with tinges of imagery from the movie hidden within the notes. but my appreciation of burroughs himself has long been frequent and ongoing, so these moments when the music coincides with my literary intake are simply pleasurable connexions along the route. be sure to seek out these collection of songs, they are important, and more than worthy of a great deal of your time.


01. billie holiday


with both the boswell and andrews sisters sitting outside of my top-ten this year, and ella fitzgerald sailing high, logic might follow that this years' top-spot, by a country-mile, is indeed the one and only, truest master of that impossible to imitate jazz voice, lady day herself, miss billie holiday. another name from my childhood that always rang out with familiarity, but whose recordings first came into my possession at the tender age of sixteen, back in the mid 90's. i managed to obtain myself a cassette recording from a cd compilation which i held dear for a long while, til further vinyl treats emerged through the rest of the decade. but how vast her recorded catalogue is, outside of her officially-released long-players. this year i have had the impossible pleasure of investigating her complete columbia catalogue, which contains swathes and swathes of simply mesmerising takes, of such a wide variety of tracks, with an almost equally wide range of bands behind her. from early recordings with count basie, to even a couple of treats with artie shaw, the collection is awash with hours of hypnotic magic, in the form of this voice, this voice. again, it is another case of being wise enough to know that words are not enough. a salute, to miss lady day, and the struggles that made the magic possible. a wondrous flame in an utterly brutal world.

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so, there we have it, my 'most-listened-to' artists of 2014... and, should you continue to find yourself interested, might i announce that i shall very shortly also be unveiling my 'top ten releases of 2014', a detailed look at what have, for me, been the best works from the last twelve moons, and how it is a varied and interesting bunch to be sure. til then, might i take a moment to thank you for you time, and to wish you a very happy holidays with your loved ones.
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keep warm . be well

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
december 2014

Monday 15 December 2014

تدمر‎ | valley of the tombs | coming soon

gladly presenting, palmyra - valley of the tombs, and bride of the desert. two sprawling, dream-like re-investigations of the original piece to be found on my 'sittah.sittah.sab'ah' album, and taking us further into the hallucinogenic depths of the spectral desert scene, within the realms of the ancient city. 

valley of the tombs finds us in the misty half-light of the deserted valleys at dawn, eerie droning trumpets and whispering winds of field recordings, slowly joined by monolithic sub-bass and droning oud passages, ushering in the night and changing into a dark, writhing dirge til its conclusion.


bride of the desert, leads us back from the dark of the valley, into the depths of the majestic ancient city at dawn. the oud motifs from the valley transmute into lilting saxophones and vast droning sub-bass that expand and unfold, rising amidst crashing percussive swells and mournful tones and textures, before awkward trumpets and field-recordings slowly lend their steady unease.

available from 29th december as an ongoing digital download, and ultra-limited-edition cassette tape of only twelve copies; be sure to investigate when the time comes, and allow yourself time to be swept up into the ethereal incantations and to bathe in the psychotropic sound-fields.

keep warm . be well

jamesreindeer

leipzig, germany
15th december 2014

Monday 8 December 2014

جامع حلب الكبير | al jalloum | tape out now

very gladly taking the opportunity to announce that my latest release, the great mosque of aleppo - al jalloum, is now available as an ultra-limited edition cassette tape and 24bit digital download from my bandcamp page.



two fifteen-minute instrumental compositions, based on the original 'great mosque of aleppo' piece from my 'sittah sittah sab'ah' album, the release is an instrumental journey into arabian-influenced-dark-jazz-doom-drone.


please do be sure to think about securing yourself one of the twelve hand-crafted cassettes, or a copy of the download which also includes a six-page digital booklet with auxiliary materials. get involved.

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
8th december 2014

Monday 17 November 2014

جامع حلب الكبير | al jalloum | tape coming soon

gladly presenting, the great mosque of aleppo - al jalloum, and nine days in serpent graves. two sprawling, dream-like re-investigations of the original piece to be found on the 'sittah.sittah.sab'ah' album, and taking us further into the hallucinogenic depths of the long desert dark, within the realms of the blackened night. 

al jalloum finds us buried yet deeper within abyssal sub-bass frequencies, slow wailing saxophones, and menacing field recordings that groan and threaten to buckle under their own weight, slowly building into an unnerving incantation from the long desert dark.


nine days in serpent graves, in contrast, finds us caught in a hallucinogenic free-jazz sound-field that seems almost to come from the classical-experimental world, as much as the dark-jazz underworld, before slowly falling away into a dream-like state that looms ominously to its conclusion. 

available from 8th december as an ongoing digital download, and ultra-limited-edition cassette tape of only twelve copies; be sure to investigate when the time comes, and allow yourself time to be swept up into the ethereal incantations and to bathe in the psychotropic sound-fields. 

be well

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
17th november 2014

Sunday 16 November 2014

central hotel eden - excerpts I - IV

flickering images coming into focus...



I

the old open-air cinema stands alone, isolated in the desert sand beyond the failing port. sandstone amphitheatre, mosaic tiles along the floor and vast, canvas screen billowing in the gentle breeze. with the full moon rising overhead the projector begins to click and whir. flashes of light across the screen begin to take the shape of black and white reels exposing scenes of forgotten times. faces of the long since departed. frozen expressions and ambigous gestures. desert air twists gently around us as we take our seats for the duration. the ruinous port, endless desert and vast sky becoming extensions of the frame. a giant film set, limitless and expanding. the film climbs high into the night air and across the sky, sailing above the city by the ocean. casting frames upon the rooftops, churches, piazzas and across the old town. images dancing amidst the flames and burning timbers.




II

heavy rains fall across the rooftops, spilling into gutters, overflowing from stormdrains along the curbsides, over cobbles, across the marketplace, upon the crumbling spire. we rest in the solace of the attic as the water beats down above us. our eyes heavy in the half-light. warmly distorted tones from the old portable cassette player fill the room as the images of the dreaming slowly start to come in. we row between the sunken buildings in a small coracle, gently buffeted by the dips and swells of the rainwater around us, tramlines and streetlamps but a few feet above us. the sky filled with a feint luminosity, a green-orange glow to warm the scene. gentle warm mists embrace distant street corners as a low crackling sound combined with tape-hiss like gently soothing waves reverberates through the otherwise silent scene. we pause to let our fingers trail in the warm water and watch the streets stretch out far below, submerged in the deep tides.



III

a thousand stars circle the heavens. trailing red and blue, green and amber. the rooftops of the city a myriad geometry trying to describe itself in all directions. each room in the city a vestibule, a portal between worlds. silent communion transpiring in every location simultaneously. the whole city is connected and breathing a gentle passage, repeating across the sky, falling away within itself. a fadng dream stretching out into the distance, a cloud column rising up and away from the world. time stretches itself out as the fires burn brighter and brighter. amber flames turning red, blue, green. the backstreets and alleyways between the buildings of the old town beginning to shift and alter, to converge and come apart, to change direction, to fall away into wild ellipse. the uncertain days beckoning nights of forgetting. the old machinery slowly begins to fail. a timid path drawn out in front of the weary traveller. a distant, fleeting whisp of a dream now lost within the growing imbalance of the failing structures.




IV

at dawn we reached the silent island. the hot sun beginning to rise and casting psychedelic hues across the trailing cloudbanks which sailed gently above us. jade, turquoise, ocre, golden light shapes in contrast to the azure blue steadily building across the vast sky. the silent island beckoned our vessel forwards, the continued droning of the engines now a soundtrack to the coastline revealing itself before us. tranquil beaches and rocky shores, grasslands and wooded regions, ruined fortifications of ancient cultures, previous inhabitants now long since gone away. our vessel passed slowly into the old port, the gentle waves buffeting against the stone walls, the few structures still standing around the dilapidated scene casting images of distant times, fading memories. we stepped off our vessel and paced onto the sandy shore, turning to cast our gaze back towards the ocean, and rest awhile as we watched the ship motor its way back out into the blue drifts.


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excerpts from 'central hotel eden', a work in progress...

keep safe

jamesreindeer

leipzig germany
16th november 2014

Monday 10 November 2014

الحمراء‎ | court of the lions | out now

very gladly taking the opportunity to announce that my latest release, alhambra - court of the lions, is now available as an ultra-limited edition cassette tape and digital download from my bandcamp page.


two fifteen-minute instrumental compositions, based on the original 'alhambra' piece from my 'sittah sittah sab'ah' album, the release is an instrumental journey into arabian-influenced-dark-jazz-doom-drone.


please do be sure to think about securing yourself one of the twelve hand-crafted cassettes, or a copy of the download which also includes a six-page digital booklet with auxiliary materials. get involved.

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
10th november 2014

Friday 7 November 2014

art forms of dimensions tomorrow

'Art Forms of Dimensions Tomorrow.... contained "Cluster of Galaxies" and "Solar Drums", two rhythm section exercises with the sound treated with such strange reverberations that they threatened to obliterate the instruments' identity and turn the music into low-budget musique concrète. While testing the tape recorder when the musicians were tuning up one day, Hunter had discovered that if he recorded with the earphones on, he could run a cable from the output jack back into the input on the recorder and produce massive reverberation...'


'By the 1950s commercial recording companies had developed a classical style of recording which assured that the recording process itself would be invisible... but Sun Ra began to regularly violate this convention on the Saturn releases by recording live at strange sites, by using feedback, distortion, high delay or reverb, unusual microphone placement, abrupt fades or edits, and any number of other effects or noises which called attention to the recording process. On some recordings you could hear a phone ringing, or someone walking near the microphone. It was a rough style of production, an antistyle, a self-reflexive approach which anticipates both free jazz recording conventions and punk production to come.' 

- John F Szwed

الحمراء‎ | court of the lions | coming soon

gladly presenting, alhambra - court of the lions, and the architect's garden. two sprawling, dream-like re-investigations of the original piece to be found on the 'sittah.sittah.sab'ah' album, and taking us further into the hallucinogenic depths of the shimmering desert-sea palace by way of psychedelic incantations. 

court of the lions finds us buried deep within abyssal sub-bass frequencies, wailing trumpets and doom-like oud passages, that so very slowly build into a vast dirge of monolithic proportions, yet one so measured and deliberate in its intent to crush. 


the architect's garden, in contrast, finds us caught in a shimmering sunlit dream of droning saxophone and oud, field recordings and hazy, blissful recollections of distant shores slowly coming into focus, before trailing back away into a lilting still. 

available from monday as an ongoing digital download, and ultra-limited-edition cassette tape of only twelve copies; be sure to investigate immediately, and allow yourself time to be swept up into the thunderous storm and to bathe in the warming radiance. get involved. 

jamesreindeer
Connewitz, Leipzig
Winter 2014

Monday 3 November 2014

mism records no.10 | 12" vinyl | out now

might we most jubilantly announce that our highly-esteemed dear brothers over at mism records have gladly released their fifth anniversary celebration vinyl compilation, in the form of a beautiful 12" record, containing six tracks of pure musical wonder for your listening pleasure.



featuring contributions from papervehicle, bleubird, babelfishh, reindeer, tenshun, glen porter, maki, and soso, the release is awash with soon-to-be classic bangers for your eternal entertainment. be sure to fix yourself a copy as soon as time and funds permit, only 200 pieces exist worldwide.

get involved

jamesreindeer
leipzig, germany
november, 2014

Saturday 11 October 2014

my education: a book of dreams


When you unsaid the day and split the hour
I thought, What do seconds do after hours?
And I thought, Minutes are here to go.
So told Edgar Allan Poe
In a brief time before the dead eons
blamed the live months for nothing and everything
But nobody and nothing could heal the split
as time blubbered like severed coral
And there was no time left to mend
the wounds of punctured time spilling
into the void of used razor blades in
the heart of bellowing Texas 
For theirs is not an ill for mending
Better take it to the waves that
soothe the Band-Aids of rainy afternoons
And consummate the spray paint's despairing
flares across the tilted ponds of
Despond and mercurial pollutions
For there is no balm in suburbia
for the lost bougainvillea's purple lament
For it was after all present and pre-
written eons ago with broken stone hoe
bowed by the weight of centuries he stands
and offers to you his pre-callused
hands that mar the bubble gum's
affreuse, frivolity, with false teeth
in a screaming skull, molten lead
in the screaming ear and brittle
nuance of greasy fear. It is not
too late to turn the page.

from My Education: A Book of Dreams
by William S. Burroughs

Wednesday 1 October 2014

standing stones EU tour

might we very proudly, and very excitedly, announce the standing stones european tour, featuring the combined talents of 2econd class citizen, jamesreindeer and asbest the moor king, representing the united kingdom, and combined together live on stage for the very first time.

having already performed together in separate constellations in locations ranging from glastonbury festival, bochum, and brighton; this tour will finally see them together as a trio, operating both seperately and together, in venues across germany, switzerland, austria and the czech republic.


having also already secured their reputations individually, both on record and within the live arena, we are now poised to witness a full-length tour that shall display the current heights of their own solo performances, as well as giving us ample opportunity to witness live collaborations, both pre-planned and improvised, which shall pitch and sway, vary and alter between shows; spontenaity will abound.

be sure to seriously think about trying to find yourself at one of these performances, and should you be a promoter, then please do not hesitate to contact any one of the artists involved in order to help us secure shows for the last few spare days currently laying unbooked. be sure to get involved in any and every capacity possible, and please do help spread the word, this is surely some 'once-in-a-lifetime' business for sure.

be well

jamesreindeer
leipzig, germany
october 2014

Monday 1 September 2014

مدينة الياسمين | tape release | coming soon

due to the unprecedented success of the digital version of my recent 'the city of jasmine' live album, i had decided to set about preparing a limited edition cassette tape run of the release, to be made available on my forthcoming EU tour, as well as for order from my online store.


hand-crafted as a limited edition of just 44 copies, each piece is recorded on to chrome tape at the highest standards and packaged in a heavy-duty black card box featuring arabesque designs and containing three mini-postcards featuring auxiliary information and further beautiful art.


please do be sure to think about securing yourself a copy, once the release date rolls around... and, anyone who has already donated a significant amount for their copy of the digital release can expect a transmission regarding their postal address for a free copy of the tape as a 'thank you' for the support.

more details coming soon . keep safe . be well

jamesreindeer
connewitz, leipzig, germany
1st september 2014

Monday 18 August 2014

مدينة الياسمين | live album | out now

very gladly presenting مدينة الياسمين, the city of jasmine... a collection of live studio recordings gathered together amidst of the heat of the summer of 2014, during the rehearsal sessions for the 'destruktiva v' festival in mulheim-an-der-ruhr on 15th august. 

assembling six songs taken from my most-recent 'sittah sittah sab'ah' release, from iron filings and sellotape, and the classic fbcfabric & reindeer album, along with one exclusive new interpretation; this short set seems to explode out of itself to create a truly mesmerising whole for its hypnotic duration. 


featuring all-live electronics work, utilising ableton controller technologies, analogue synthesis, outboard effects and a few other devices, these performances are able to combine in generatating a staggeringly-engaging release. 

now available as a name-your-price digital download, with all monetary contributions being gratefully received and put towards securing further necessary technical apparatus in order to further continue this exploration of live sound performance.


keep safe . be well


jamesreindeer

mulheim-an-der-ruhr

18th august 2014

Thursday 1 May 2014

kalle | live from the room | tape out now

gentle readers, might i most-gladly announce the debut release from the very wonderful kalle; two dear friends from the czech republic who have over the years become incredibly close friends as well as strong musical allies. i first heard their music as part of their larger band, nod nod, who are purveyors of the most effortlessly-monolithic sludge, but this project, made up of just veronika and david is something comepletely different indeed.


imagine something wonderfully ethereal, sombre, dark, and brooding, yet hopeful, shimmering and filled with a gentle light. veronika's voice is an impossible treasure of this world, and david's guitar layers only generate the perfect stage for her to reach into you with her hypnotic voice and saddened lines. fans of portishead, low, and all things slow-core and melancholic will soak these songs up immediately, and ought anticipate the grace of their live show.


for my own part, i had the distinct pleasure of being invited to master this, their first release, and could not wait to get my hands on these eight magical compositions. please do be sure to secure yourself a copy of the tape, or fix yourself a copy of the digital download. this is the kind of fleeting, haunting music that deserves to be heard as widely as possible, that it can touch as many people as possible; to show them the tender light shining in the distance.

keep safe . be well

jamesreindeer
leipzig, germany
spring, 2014

Sunday 6 April 2014

barbed wire garden - strasbourg

we travelled slowly out of lyon, following the path of the river as it wound its way beneath the majestic basilique de fourvière set high upon the hillside, shimmering in the beautiful morning light. having slept so very little, by this time we were already five very weary travellers indeed. crossing the bridge that offered us one last glimpse of the cities glorious diorama we began to ascend into the hills, ready to take the highway on an easterly course as we headed steadily below the foot of the vosges, into alsace, in the direction of strasbourg; this magically historic center of european culture, and one i have not set foot inside for a number of long years.

our journey was smooth and how the beautiful weather continued to bless us with bright blue horizons and a vivid sun to bath the green fields, woodlands, rivers and valleys on our journey to the most easterly edge of france. how each new mile had us all slowly lifting ourselves out of the early start on no sleep from the morning, a number of roadside teas and coffees contributing to the effect. by the time we arrived within strasbourg city limits we were back to full strength, glad to take in the sights of the town as we made our way to the location, and full of absurd jokes and larks; poised to take to the stage for an early show at the endearing maison mimir.


we pulled up at the location to be immediately welcomed by the local troops, as captained by the omnipotent jérémie fallecker, the ongoing king of strasbourg in terms of alternative bookings for discerning listeners. still, the moment we stepped inside the perimeter walls of the maison mimir we were taken aback with how truly picturesque and charming a location it is, and how the atmosphere was directly set to match. a very small gated driveway takes one through an arch into a wonderfully cosy courtyard, the house running along the right side and the musical location along the left. we had arrived in time to catch the remains of a late lunch buffet in the courtyard and we soon equipped with fresh drinks, hugs and wide smiles; wonderful strasbourg.

still, how it was an early show and how we directly needed to set-up, soundcheck and make everything ready for the audience, already making their appearances in steadily increasing numbers as the first shadows of the sinking sun began to drift across the scene. yet more delight was immediately in store though, as we soon found ourselves welcoming the amazing trip saarpreme and his better half, the always charming lisa, all the way from glorious saarbrücken for the performance. how it was such an  honour and a delight to have their presence for the show, and how ideas were immediately bubbling as to finding a way to twist trip's arm into joining us onstage for a little freestyle action; there simply was no other way.


with pierre, francis and geste working their combined technical powers, alongside the very awesome olaf, our marvelous soundman for the evening, everything was set up and ready for the performance, and how the audience was very much arriving in drones, til by the time it got to show time we found ourselves gathered amongst a completely full room of super-nice, super-warm, super-responsive people, giving us all the opportunity to play out what has ended up to be one of the most enjoyable shows of the tour, one filled with really wonderful memories for all of us.

still, how under meticulous planning from pierre, we also planned to make this particular performance a little more special by mixing all of our sets together, taking turns, one song at a time, to create a really nicely rounded show, thusly also generating a lot more fun and energy for everyone involved. pierre and i had already tried and tested this routine back on the 'our accents sure are pretty' tour in north america with all of the gang, and how it did prove to be a real joy in the right circumstances; and how we all unanimously agreed that these were indeed absolutely the right circumstances.


i must confess that i would be hard-pressed to guess the total length of the show, but it must have been in the region of ninety minutes, during which the energy and audience attention level was super-high, leaving us all pretty exhausted by the times the last rounds came about, but how the did, and how we did indeed manage to get the mighty trip on stage during the '400 years' freestyle, letting him chew horrifically for the eager crowd in a series of expert assaults; a wonderful addition to the proceedings, and one that steadily helped to round the show out, nicely in time for early-finshings, leaving every to start wending their ways back home before the dusk fully descended.

we must have remained at the location for not so very much longer ourselves, only needing to pack away our gear and talk of the full lebanese feast awaiting us back at jérémie's to inspire our relatively swift exit, us having really not fed ourselves adequately all day and the excesses of the show taking their toll. just a little time left to bid farewell to the remaining guests, including the ever-marvelous pierre schmitt who had been telling isaac and i some fascinating insights into the world of sign language, particularly within an artistic context; a conversation which very possibly could have continued all night. but our stomachs rumbled harder and harder and how the weariness was calling us to the calm of jérémie's abode, and how we loaded into the car and made our short way though the city as the night sky had finally set over the scene, casting all in the slightly unreal light of the street-lamps and rising moon.


to my great interest i found that jérémie no longer resides in the apartment of his that i had grown so very used to; it's beautiful rooftop veranda always a wonderful location; whether under the stars  after a show, or in the soothing light of the morning before, eating pain au chocolat, ready to face off to the next location. but now he and his flatmates occupy a very magnificent apartment in a tall town-house, traditional of the city. large rooms, high ceilings, great windows, ornate flourishes in the cornices; all combining to create a really charming residence, still filled with all the original character of the building. and how, set along the vast dining table, a lebanese feast, enough for twenty people, sat in an astonishing magnificent spread of colours and fragrances.

i can not exactly specify our number as we all sat down to eat, but we were very many. yet still how we all managed to make relatively short work of this exceptional feast, how every last mouthful was utterly delicious and how it was exactly what we needed; some wonderful food for our stomachs, so wonderfully welcoming friends old and new with which to enjoy the moment, and these most comfortable confides to relax in after three intense days of travelling and performing; the perfect rest point indeed. having taken our fill we all sat back and let ourselves take in the moment before the steps would need to be taken towards farewells being made for the evening; it being a sunday night and early starts for most in the morning.


slowly but surely our numbers dwindled, as the kind souls around us slowly made their way to their respective abodes and sleeping places, many a fond farewell was bid in this short time. finally we were left almost to our own devices as we took one more round of tea, pierre and francis attended to some more end-of-day business and how we all slowly let our eyes grow heavy and start to think about getting a little sleep, glad of this relatively early-night after the chaos of the last three days. so, we finally put ourselves to bed, weary as hell, but in high sprits, autoblow-jokes still flowing thick and fast as we steadily drifted into the dreaming.

we arose early in the morning, to the sound of pierre's first autoblow-jokes of the day, and took our turns to shower and dress before gathering around the table once more for an early breakfast. tea, coffee, pain au chocolat; all exactly as it should be. how the morning also gave me but a few moments to take in the morning air from the balcony and watch the citizens of strasbourg wander gently in the morning light between the beautiful architecture surrounding them. all too soon it was time for farewells, and how we bid our bold captain jeremie farewell before piling out onto the street, taking the early-morning tetris challenge and climbing into our iron horse to press on across the border, into deutschland, sachsen, leipzig, connewitz; the legendary zoro.

so, might i offer our collective thank you's to the very amazing jérémie fallecker for his masterful organisation and hospitality, the masterful olaf for the superb sound the whole wonderful maison mimir family for their kindness and enthusiasm, to everyone who came down to the show and shared this lovely night with us, to jonathan, jules, lukas, jess, eve, pierre and many, many more! here's to next time indeed.


next field report : leipzig


jamesreindeer

somewhere on the trainlines between augsburg and berlin
deutschland

Sunday 30 March 2014

barbed wire garden - lyon

the first order of business as we drove south-east out of paris, en route to lyon, was to set about raiding the vast bag of albums that geste had cunningly packed for our listening pleasure across the long miles of the tour. it would be sage at this moment to immediately mention the almighty double-album from danyèl waro, which proved to be one of the first albums we auditioned and subsequently the one we returned to the most; beautiful maloya sounds along the highways of the old world. still, how the geste collection on this particular drive led to a long discussion between the man himself and swordplay surrounding the facts in the case of the richmond and dc hardcore scene and all the myriad bands therein that they realised they both shared an interest in. while they talked long and in depth, pierre and francis talked business up front and i let my eyes rest a while, desperately trying to catch up some of the missing sleep from the past two nights'; which would rapidly become an ongoing theme indeed.

as our route took us closer and closer to lyon, the weather seemed to improve with every mile, and how, by the time we arrived at le périscope to be greeted by the lovely folk there, we found ourselves in the midst of a truly beautiful spring afternoon. azure blue skies extended above the location and a hot sun bathed everything in the most warming glow as we unloaded our gear, sought to secure ourselves tea and coffee and set about the sound-check situation directly. how le périscope is a truly beautiful location indeed, how the sound was an absolute dream; both onstage and off, and how we could all only be so keenly aware of what a wonderful opportunity it was to play in such a venue. through the exhaustion and the haze of the night before, the makings were steadily building for another magical evening.


still, time was precious and our agenda was packed. with the sound-check all in hand, we steadily made our way en mass via the lyon metro system through the city and to the location of the hallowed jarring effects record store and label headquarters. glad handshakes were exchanged with the omnipotent mo and his expert consorts and how we were treating to a guided tour of their legendary installation before gathering together to take mint tea and talk awhile on the facts in the case of jarring effects, dora dorovitch, the barbed wire garden tour and all else therein. it was in these exact moments that i once again cursed my inability to understand and indeed be able to converse in french. i poured all my concentration into try to gleam any understand i could from the conversations, but was left to resign myself to re-doubling my efforts before the 'next time'.

subsequent to our gathering, we filed our way back into the store, where a goodly number of folk had amassed in order to catch a small 'in store' performance, which we began to set about directly. isaac stepped up to the mic first and treating the audience to three or four songs in anticipation of the nights' performance and how i followed-suit soon after. with the little showcase very much in hand we filed out onto the street and took in the lyon evening air before starting to think about making our way back to le periscope. it was at this point that the enchanting miss sophie reappeared after her train commute from paris and how our collective evening was once again brightened by her presence and, with our number being unified once more, we steadily made our way back to le périscope with a view to beginnings the evenings proceedings before too long.


once back safe in le périscope we took the opportunity our securing our fill of the tasty food that was now waiting for us backstage and, with our bellies full and the guests having began to arrive, it was time to begin the show. in what was essentially a repeat performance of this night before, francis took to the stage first a set the scene with three of four of his masterful compositions before i stepped up to join him as we made our way through five or six titles together; and how it only became more and more apparent to the both of us how much we enjoyed and how well being onstage together was working out for us. two shows down and it already seemed like we had been working together since the very beginning; these strange intangible musical connexions.

isaac and pierre took to the stage soon after and absolutely destroyed their set. there may indeed have been more people in attendance the night before in paris, but how the sound in le périscope was absolutely crystal clear, and nice and loud; and how it was an absolute dream to get to hear every note, every line, every nuance of their set. truly spell-binding, and how exactly the same could be said of geste's subsequent performance. there is something deeply affecting about being able to hear songs in this context, in this undiluted and all-encompassing fashion; one of the many reasons why live music performance is still head and shoulders above any 'second-hand' experience by comparison. the strange magic of the arts indeed.


with the show over for the evening, the rest of the night was spent propping up the bar and getting the chance to talk with a host of wonderful souls who had made it down for the performance, many of whom i regrettably let the names of escape me, but how there is so much to be said for these magical moments when the opportunity presents itself to be able to commune with like-minded souls, to celebrate these songs and to simply share some moments together within this curious and magical life. the hour grew later and later and the drinks continued to flow, and how it were as if the spell would never end, but slowly farewells had to be in order and how weary eyes began to signal the slow paths back into the dreaming once again.

at some truly ungodly hour of the night we finally set about loading up the car, bidding fondest farewells to the dearest périscope and jarring effects families and making our way back to the girardeau residence, as per our sleeping arrangements for the evening. as matter-of-fact as it initially seemed, upon following miss sophie to the door of her building and indeed to the door of her family apartment, it quickly became apparent that our lodgings for the evening were far-beyond five star. words can scarcely do justice to how charming the apartment actually was, and how the interior decoration, curated by miss sophie herself, was truly impeccable. i remember that the only compliment i was able to muster in the moment was that it was fit enough for a band of buriers to shoot a music video there; no small feat indeed.


as per what were becoming usual operations, the kettle was quickly brewing and how there was a little time to relax after the chaos of the evening, to take tea and to reflect awhile on these past two days before we would reduce ourselves to but a few more hours sleep before the drive to strasbourg in the morning. slowly but surely we all gradually made our ways into the sleeping; desperately attempting to secure some kind of rest before the early morning light would beckon us up and back into the car once more. still, how perfectly-relaxed a group we were, and how soothing it was to be able to spend even this short while in such a magical safehouse; chances of a lifetime.

the morning arrived far earlier than any one of us would have desired, but we all took it in our stride, even dear miss sophie, who had no actual need to arise with the rest of us, other than her consistently kind and charming nature giving her cause to do so. soon tea and coffee's were on the cards, the breakfast table was awash with tasty croissant and pain au chocolat treats and we were slowly able to gather ourselves back up to spill out onto the street. after what was becoming the usual morning game of tetris in packing the car, we took our individual turns to thank sophie for her kindness, hospitality and company, before we all piled back in to the vehicle, ready to begin the drive to strasbourg under the beautiful hot spring sunlight. weary travelers on a long road, filled with warmth and ready for the next steps of the adventures.


might i then take a moment to offer collective thanks on behalf of all our number to everyone involved and everyone who made it down to le périscope on this magical night. so many names, and so many of them having slipped away in the sleep-deprivation, but indeed lucas did wonders with our sound, mo and the jarring effects family were gentlemen and scholars indeed, captain alexandre who drove three hours and stayed in a hotel just to catch the show, this wonderful couple who sang along to every word of the 'tap-water' songs, the lovely miss sophie for her charming company and willingness to stay up far, far later than i can only imagine she would have desire this night. how we are filled with such gratitude and warmth for all your kindness, and how we can only dream of repeating the performance again before too many long moons pass.


next field report : strasbourg


keep safe . be well

jamesreindeer

connewitz, leipzig
30th march 2014


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