Jonas

My Mind Needs This…

WHUT?

Leamus

The Grey

Trickster

Addicted

Once reported to have thrown a Glass in the face of Jean Paul Sartre and give Albert Camus a black eye. In the same evening. Arthur Koestler.

Coyote the trickster

Blixa Bargeld from Einstürzende Neubauten explain their experience with his creativity card system, DAVE

Once it had been decided that each month we would unleash one of these pieces on our dear supporters, we simply had to come up with a mode of working which allowed us to conceive and finish each of these utterances within two days, because at the same time we were also working on another record, hence the idea of miniatures. To record and compose a song in such a short time, given the experimental state of our research, it was necessary to limit output to 2-3 minutes for each track. We’ve broken that rule too, of course-as we usually do-but we did stick to it for a little while…

After drawing our cards, we would briefly act like headless chickens, then travel to the vault and return with shopping-cart loads of weird stuff. We would spend the better part of the day turning all these things, objects and materials into ideas. Work. And, miraculously, the things would usually cooperate and allow us to arrive at some place somewhere which, by modern definition, could be called music. As we edged forward into the realm of the unknown, rehearsed and then soundchecked, I would try out a couple of my dream protocols, eventually settling on one, perhaps even several at a time, as in “Ansonsten Dostojevski” or “I kissed Glenn Gould”. Eureka! That’s it!

It worked in every case-well, almost: on one occasion we gave up and just went home instead. At first the whole process felt like a huge digression, but after a while it started to be fun. We soon noticed that the results justified this detour away from our regular album work, allowing us to “harvest” some of our most ego-free compositions yet. The random draws of cards and their subsequent extraordinary instrumental interpretations (in addition to my equally unparalleled freedom in using no-sense-for-anyone-dream-language) gave us a welcome release from routine EN duties and resulted in one of our most appreciated (by us at least) albums. -Blixa Bargeld

The Creative Dream Team

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Bauhau study plan

Life after death

Lur dude (master of better thinking)

Blood Real

I feel like dying, lyrics

[3x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying

I am sittin on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin’ touch football on Marijuana Street
Or in a marijuana field
You are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar
Roll me up & smoke me cause
I feel like dying


[2x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying

Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis The 13th
Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I’m at the top of the top but still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine
Pop, Pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then I feel like dying

[2x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying

I can mingle with the stars & throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane without a pilot
And violets are blue,
Roses are red
Daisies are yellow,
The flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling that I feel like buying
And if my dealer don’t have no more, then I feel like dying


[2x]Only once the drugs are done
That I feel like dying, I feel like dying

Sitat

Mexican mystic film director Alejandro Jodorowsky on Tarot

Letterpress gives a nice impression

Studio on fire makes lovely letterpressed stuff.

Ruller hjem fra skolen

Diceman

Jeg husker en gang jeg så på svensk TV. Det var på 90 tallet tipper jeg. Det var en bokanmeldelse av en bopk som het "Diceman" Boka handler om en kar som lar tilfeldigheten spille inn i livet sitt ved å starte å bruke terninger for å ta avgjørelser.

Jeg husker en gang jeg så på svensk TV. Det var på 90 tallet tipper jeg. Det var en bokanmeldelse av en bopk som het "Diceman" Boka handler om en kar som lar tilfeldigheten spille inn i livet sitt ved å starte å bruke terninger for å ta avgjørelser.

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