Wednesday, 30 May 2007

Les Rallizes Dénudés - Wild Party
(Japan, 1973)

1. Introduction
2. White Waking
3. A Memory is far
4. Romance of Black Grief
5. The Last One
Under Byen - 2 Ryk Og En Aflevering
(Denmark, 2003)


01. Det Er Mig Der Holder Traeerne Sammen
02. Skøre Som Glas
03. Lonesome Lustrup
04. Sacred Land
05. Lustrup City Lights
06. Lovely Lustrup
07. Leaving Lustrup
08. Mathilde (Valsch Med Mig)
09. Gun City Rider
10. Det Der Mur-noget
The Homosexuals - Ici la bas
(UK, 1980?)

1. Regard Omission
2. The Total Drop
3. Galore Galore
4. Nippon Airways
5. Flying
6. Cause A Commotion
The Homosexuals - Bigger Than the Number Yet Missing the Dot
(UK, 1979?)

1. You're Not Moving the Way You're Supposed to (1st version)
2. You're Not Moving the Way You're Supposed to (2nd version)
3. Prestel

Tuesday, 29 May 2007

IBOPA - Ballads for Benpadrone
(USA, 1997)

1. Vampire Squid
2. Pistol Whip
3. Village People of the Damned
4. Hives
5. Le Peru
6. Dead Lady's Dress
7. Bee Song
8. Jive Arse
9. Ode to Gaylene
10. Le Perveryor
11. Sex So Evil
12. Sleep is the Enemy of the People
13. Le Superv
14. Leopard Coat

pw: palo-alto
Antonin Artaud - Pour en finir avec le jugement de Dieu
pw: caca


"There where it smells of shit
it smells of being.
Man could just as well not have shat,
not have opened the anal pouch,
but he chose to shit
as he would have chosen to live
instead of consenting to live dead.

Because in order not to make caca,
he would have had to consent
not to be,
but he could not make up his mind to lose
being,
that is, to die alive.

There is in being
something particularly tempting for man
and this something is none other than
CACA.
(Roaring here.)

To exist one need only let oneself be,
but to live,
one must be someone,
to be someone,
one must have a BONE,
not be afraid to show the bone,
and to lose the meat in the process.

Man has always preferred meat
to the earth of bones.
Because there was only earth and wood of bone,
and he had to earn his meat,
there was only iron and fire
and no shit,
and man was afraid of losing shit
or rather he desired shit
and, for this, sacrificed blood.

In order to have shit,
that is, meat,
where there was only blood
and a junkyard of bones
and where there was no being to win
but where there was only life to lose.

    o reche modo
    to edire
    di za
    tau dari
    do padera coco

At this point, man withdrew and fled.

Then the animals ate him.

It was not a rape,
he lent himself to the obscene meal.

He relished it,
he learned himself
to act like an animal
and to eat rat
daintily.

And where does this foul debasement come from?

The fact that the world is not yet formed,
or that man has only a small idea of the world
and wants to hold on to it forever?

This comes from the fact that man,
one fine day,
stopped
the idea of the world.

Two paths were open to him:
that of the infinite without,
that of the infinitesimal within.

And he chose the infinitesimal within.
Where one need only squeeze
the spleen,
the tongue,
the anus
or the glans.

And god, god himself squeezed the movement.

Is God a being?
If he is one, he is shit.
If he is not one
he does not exist.

But he does not exist,
except as the void that approaches with all its forms
whose most perfect image
is the advance of an incalculable group of crab lice.

"You are mad Mr. Artaud, what about the mass?"

I deny baptism and the mass.
There is no human act,
on the internal erotic level,
more pernicious than the descent
of the so-called jesus-christ
onto the altars.

No one will believe me
and I can see the public shrugging its shoulders
but the so-called christ is none other than he
who in the presence of the crab louse god
consented to live without a body,
while an army of men
descended from a cross,
to which god thought he had long since nailed them,
has revolted,
and, armed with steel,
with blood,
with fire, and with bones,
advances, reviling the Invisible
to have done with GOD'S JUDGMENT."
(via)
Miles Davis - Ascenseur pour l'Echafaud
(recorded at Le Poste Parisien Studio in Paris on December 4 and 5, 1957)
pw: kopfsalat


1. Genénérique
2. L'Assassinat de Carala
3. Sur L'Autoroute
4. Julien dans L'Ascenseur
5. Florence sur les Champs-Élysées
6. Diner au Motel
7. Évasion de Julien
8. Visite du Vigile
9. Au Bar Du Petit Bac
10. Chez Le Photographe Du Motel
11. Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées (Take 1)
12. Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées (Take 2)
13. Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées (Take 3)
14. Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées (Take 4)
15. Assassinat (Take 1) (Visite du vigile)
16. Assassinat (Take 2) (Julien dans l'ascenseur)
17. Assassinat (Take 3) (Lássassinat de Carala)
18. Motel
19. Final (Take 1)
20. Final (Take 2)
21. Final (Take 3) (Chez le photographe du motel)
22. Ascenseur (Evasion de Julien)
23. Le Petit Bal (Take 1)
24. Le Petit Bal (Take 2)
25. Sequence Voiture (Take 1)
26. Sequence Voiture (Take 2) (Sur l'autoroute)
Die goldenen Zitronen - Schafott zum Fahrstuhl
(Germany, 2001)

pw: kopfsalat
Yoshihiro Kanno - Angel's Egg (OST)
(Japan, 1985)

Monday, 28 May 2007

George Rochberg - Phaedra
(USA, 1973-1974)

pw: phaedras love
"Beethoven said...'Anybody who understands my music will never be unhappy again.' That is because his music is the song of Gaia, the Life Spirit, becoming conscious of Herself, of Her powers, of Her own capacities for infinite progress." (Robert Anton Wilson in Prometheus Rising)

Kreutzer Sonata for Violin & Piano No. 9 in A major
Moonlight Sonata for Piano No. 14 in C minor
Pathetique Sonata for Piano No. 8 in C major
Spring Sonata for Violin & Piano No. 5 in F major
Tempest Sonata for Piano No. 17 in D major
The Homosexuals - S/T
(UK, 1984)

pw: der-fromme-tanz
Joe Hisaishi - Spirited Away (OST)
pw: ohngesicht


"Spirited Away" was one of the last movies that i cared to watch in a cinema, infact the last time i set my feet on the velvety ground of a movie theater was on October 15th in 2005 at 6 PM to enjoy a screening of Christian Petzold's "Gespenster".
It is definitely one of my few favourite movies ever, animated or live-action, and whenever i try to seek relaxation (and i happen to need that a lot these days) or more precisely, try to train my psyche autogenically, i always envision myself on the meadowy and hilly landscape that Chihiro and her parents cross at the beginning and end of the film while mentally hearkening the soothing sounds of "A Road to Somewhere". I have that simple and careless and naive and intuitive vision that true bliss could be found lying on a meadow under a blue sky listening to the wind colliding with the blades of grass.