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Monolake - XIE (Imbalance Computer Music)


Yo-ho-ho and we're all feeling so bloody festive, aren't we? Just walk into any shop, revel in the joyous musical Christmas hits and feel the good vibrations - yes! Imagine how many more times you'll be cheered up by Stop The Cavalry if you live long enough - hurrah! Meanwhile, this from Robert Henke as Monolake......................................well?......................................................it's not very.............festive......
it's exactly what I want............an antidote to the tidal wave of musical torture inflicted on us every year. It's Monolake. It does what Monolake records do. It's brilliant from the first beat of Xor to the last on Ethernet and I'll be playing it all over Christmas. It's that sound....his sound...and in no way am I sick of it. The snub-nosed bass, ping-pong metal percussion (?) and shafts of sound that plug you straight into a polished-to-perfection futureworld product..............................and Inward................ah, that city of glass and neon noir...........yes.................all tinged only with the sad prospect that a new album isn't due until 2016(?)...much too far away..........

Monolake site

Application - Applied Remixes (Dust Science)


Remix this, that and the other...remix remix.....your life? What if you could have that remixed - who would you choose to do it? Who would you trust with your life? Apart from a surgeon, not Surgeon, 'cause he'd bang it into a series of metronomic episodes consisting, potentially, of some violence? I dunno. This life/music analogy....can it work? The remixer as God. (who?). You know, unless you thrill to formulaic Techno (who's formula?) would you want it as a template for your life? OK, it could be seen as an exciting prospect in terms of speed....the rush? Living like Neal Cassady? (idealised mythological version). But....a little too regular...which could be interpreted as stable, of course.

No, you want your life remixed as an interesting, complex yet compelling story of subtle shades, fine detail...and some big sub-bass moments, don't you? I do. Andy Weatherall made Primal Scream interesting, but I wouldn't ask him. A Jazz remix? Where's Teo Macero when you need him? Not that he remixed Miles Davis, but cut him down to a size that worked for vinyl...then digital tech allowed the long original material to live it's full life. Get in Lee Perry? 40 years ago, maybe.

On the evidence here I'm getting Beneath to remix my story. I'll ask if he'll erase all the monotony of Work and spice up the sex. He does a great job on Flange 7. Just the right mix of momentum, detail and bass. Pye Audio Corner made Front End a Pye Audio Corner track, which is one way of doing things and would excite PAC fans, presumably. I'm not such a fan these days, but he never makes awful music. Scanner's here too, remaking Ambient B - my ol' mate Scanner, who's not actually an old mate, just someone I knew from wa-a-ay back in the mid-90s, so long ago that Electronica was new and exciting and I played it at The Rumpus Room. And Russell Haswell, he's here, he's the man you message for edgy attitude 'cause that's what he's about so he takes a hammer to Cron Job. Steve Reich's Ice Cream Van is a great title for a track - I didn't know he had one (is every cone topped with serial? ha-ha=ha-ha....sorry). Mark Fell makes it 11 mins long...and....there's isn't much to say anything about....it being so minimal...

Listen here


Aaron Dilloway & Jason Lescalleet - Popeth (Glistening Examples)


'When I cam across a monster who was sleeping by a tree...and I looked and frowned and the monster was me'..............isn't that one of David's greatest lines? A favourite of mine, anyhow - to the extent that I sing it on a regular basis......perhaps there's a reason for that which psychoanalysts could extract, eh? There are no lyrics here that could embed themselves, but that doesn't mean it's not possible that listening to music, so much instrumental music, doesn't oil the gateway to all those songs - that's LJ's theory and I think she might be right. Let's try humming along to Black Mountain, the 19-minute opener on
Popeth.......'Mmmmmmmm....mmmmmmm......mmmmmmmm' - rubbish, it doesn't work........the track does, though; works brilliantly when it comes to worming it way into your brain box on waves of static frisson after 6 mins of storm-cloud-on-the-horizon sonics.................mmm.....that ol' building tension trick never fails...well, it does in lesser hands than those belonging to Aaron Dilloway and Jason Lescalleet........
stealth corruption/control.............until, by about halfway, you're a wide-eyed candidate for....buying all their records, perhaps.................the long drift into a twilight zone where something stirs..........then that voice talking about a gun in his right hand (?)...........that's all and that's enough, no over baked Horror samples, just more of the dread-filled space. The closing track: Ewch I Gysgu, Popeth..........what? So there is a lyric here, of sorts.........sounds like 'Everything grows a seed', pitched down a little..........repeated throughout.........incredibly effective.................enough to plant itself in my brain......................(and that's a great cover).......................

If You're So Smart, How Come You Ain't Rich?

£1

I'm wealthy but I like a bargain. One part of that statement is true - can you guess which? Do you know anyone who's well-off? Me neither. There's an assumption. Perhaps you do - perhaps you are. The subject cropped up last week when LJ and I were discussing the sale of Art, as in 'Who's rich enough to buy it?' And more to the point 'Who's rich enough to not be bothered about spending any money on Art?' Collectors aside, of course.

Oh how we laughed about the fact that we know neither Art-buyers or anyone with a fair amount of dosh sloshing around in their account. Coincidence? Is it a lifestyle thing? Well, obviously, up to a point. You don't get rich being 'alternative'. Alternative how? Taste? There must be some people who's taste runs to the alternative in kulchur but they also have careers and money. Of course there are. I've just not met them. Ever.

I don't mean people with 'refined' taste. They're two-a-penny and they can have money. I mean those who've struggled their whole lives with Work because they weren't cut out for Big Careers. They don't necessarily lead Alternative Lives but, you know, job-to-job lives involving spells on the dole. They aren't driven by the desire for money; that stuff we all want but don't all shape our lives around getting plenty of it. Those that do must start early. At school, perhaps. Or does the natural aptitude for, say, medicine or architecture (for instance) come first? Lucky people. They're driven to be professionals in something because they want to be and they get the financial rewards years later. So what if they never know the joys of a Sun Ra album.

Then there's the minority Successful Artists of some kind. Those bastards! Imagine making things (films, books, novels) and getting well rewarded. Envy must be at the root of so much hatred thrown at certain artists. Not that it's acknowledged. "Look at that shit! And she's a millionaire three times over!"...."He can't even paint!" etc. I was probably like that for a while, then I realised, I dug out the bitter root of envy and threw it away. If any artist from an ordinary background gets rich, good luck to them. I don't care if they're conning rich investors and they don't care because the value of their stock can only rise. Win, win.

I've met people with money. Yes, they're usually boring. They may be nice, polite and intelligent, but they're marked by a lifelong dedication to The Job. They didn't get where they are today by constantly having wayward thoughts, visions and notions of how warped the rest of society is whilst they travel on their own wobbly rail. No. They sat themselves down in the comfy chair of conformity early on, worked hard and Hey Presto, woke up with a nice house, car, kids, partner, dog etc. They've never peered out their windows to look at all the Other People and wondered where the hell they fit in or why they sometimes feel like strangers in a strange land.

There are exceptions, I know. Some drift into Good Jobs, jobs they may even like and get paid well for. I think I know a few, but when did you last ask a friend how much they earn? They don't buy Art, though, as far as I know. When did you last ask a friend to buy something you made? It seems a little...cruel, putting them on the spot like that. You don't do it, naturally.

These thoughts started this morning after I'd bagged a couple of bargains. One being the Harry Harrison book above, the other being this...

£1.50


TTFN

Yesternow Paolozzi


.......page from booklet..............


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.............Miles Davis Yesternow, last night, 6 minutes of that bass vamp and Keith Jarrett ..............


.................................................today, the remaining 11 minutes and that minute in particular at 9.14 when Jack DeJohnette kicks off.............................London 2014, Washington 1970 - time and space............44 years ago to this very night that band played.....Gary Bartz moanin' about what Jarrett played behind him and Davis telling Jarrett Bartz loved what he was doing...............thriving on antagonism.......edge................telling Michael Henderson not to learn any of that old shit (Jazz) but maintain the foundation as he was hired to do......just that...........

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.............................................................................people moan about not being supported but don't support you...............(year-end list phenomenon)..............


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....................................Paolozzi in Pimlico heading for Tate Britain in a stinking mood having endured a bus ride during which some bloke insisted on telling us all about his Britain's Got Talent auditions as a singer and how he'd keep on trying............right...


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..........................................17.48, car alarm sounding for the last ten minutes...............................

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If On A Winter's Night A Blog Reader





You are about to begin reading a post on Include Me Out. Perhaps you are on a bus, a train or waiting for either. You may be hurriedly surfing the internet, as people do, in search of something interesting because you either have no interest in your immediate environment or have looked around and found nothing of interest. You may be sick of being told how to spend your money by the advertising hoardings across the tracks, road or on the bus shelter. Perhaps the mention of those causes you to momentarily look up from the little screen, in which case, I apologise. You're right to ignore them. You can also ignore the people around you. They are strangers. That said, you may amuse yourself by imagining the kinds of jobs they are going to, or returning from. Is there an elderly person amongst them? Someone who is over 70? It is unlikely, since the elderly tend to remain in their homes, don't they? Very few go to work. But should there be an elderly person in your vicinity, what are they doing? Where are they going? No matter, you are reading this. Perhaps you will continue when your transport arrives. You may be on it now. Is it a crowded carriage where you could not get a seat? Or were you lucky enough to enter before the others and quickly take the recently vacated seat? That's good. Relax for a while.

Perhaps you are at home, on the sofa, with your feet up and the TV on, muted. Occasionally you are distracted by it's flickering images but remain disinterested in the content. You are staring at the small screen of your handheld device. Or are you sat at the table in front of your desktop computer? Straighten up. It's not good to sit hunched for so long. That's it. Is there music playing? Perhaps you have the device on shuffle. You hear a piece of music that's great but have no idea who it is. You check. Of course! You make a mental note that will, in all likelihood, become scrap on the vast heap of information in your head. No matter. You carry on reading. As a reader of personal blogs sometimes containing more than 200 words you are in a minority, so we are told. This is an age of snapshot information and images. It is one you have adapted to, yet still enjoy reading something other than Tweets. This may be so because you are of a certain age and grew up accustomed to reading passages of considerable length in the form of newspapers, or novels by authors such as Italo Calvino.

You came across Include Me Out because you Googled a piece of music, a subject or person. In which case, welcome. But you are wondering where this is going. Or you have a good idea because you understand the reference. Perhaps you read this blog regularly, or only occasionally. It is one of many you have bookmarked. There are Blogs You Bookmark But Have Rarely Revisited, Blogs Run By Friends Whom You Feel Duty-Bound To Support But Fail To Do So Enthusiastically, Blogs You Meant To Revisit But Did Not, Blogs You Revisited After A Long Gap Only To Find Them Closed, Blogs You Liked Once But When They Gradually Changed Stopped Reading, Blogs That Are Written By Professional Journalists Which Exhibit A Thorough Knowledge And Understanding Of English Yet Prove Quite Boring, Blogs Which Make You Laugh, Blogs Which Offer Wisdom But Tell You Nothing New.

Perhaps you rarely read blogs, preferring the rapid roll of brief messages on Twitter from friends and famous people. That way, you feel you are constantly being updated and therefore remain in touch with the worlds you are interested in. You may bookmark this blog, or go away and never return. It is no big deal either way. There is plenty more to be discovered on the internet. The possibilities are endless. Yet that very fact can be problematic; it is an itch that can never be properly scratched. It is a promise always unfulfilled. Perhaps it is best to limit the amount of time you spend looking and concentrate on a few things that have proved satisfying in the past. Other people will be looking for you and offering articles for you to read on the endless feed which still leaves you hungry.

Long-form blogs written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears. This is the world and you cannot reverse it, cannot return to days when blogging was new and writers were unburdened by constraints, real or imaginary. Perhaps those were less cynical times. Or simply times when online life was not shattered into billions of fragments which, in turn, force contributors to be mere fragments themselves. No matter. For all the speed of life now, there is time to be made, if you want.

So here you are now. Did you scroll to this point before reading it all? Perhaps you wondered how long the post was. Now you can continue on your journey.

After...


My Music of the (Y)Ear 2014



Oh look another list - how exciting! Right. You don't care, I don't care, nobody cares but I still made one, a cut-down one 'cause....what's the point? Half the lists you'll see in supposedly 'tasteful' ports of call will consist of records by mates of those doing the compiling anyway...and that's all right, I mean, you've got to support your mates, right? As for The Wire this year - look who's at Number 1! Him. Have they lost the plot? Did they ever know it? Yes, there was a time. But despite this year's winner, The Wire's still essential...isn't it? Oh, and Actress at Number 5...........I deleted that after one skip through - hah! As if my opinion counts for anything. 

I have no friends in the music biz so I can honestly say I know none of the names below. Except Sun Ra, who's been a mate since we played on Saturn together...but him aside...(it's only a comp but it's Sun Ra, it's remastered...and it's Sun Ra)...
and the Miles Davis Fillmore gigs......do I have to justify their inclusion? No. Should I need to explain? No......
Sleaford Mods - funny, they're even high in The Wire chart...that's the ex-SWP Improv intelligentsia keeping it real, I think......Jason's a good bloke, even if recently he admitted/claimed to being lower middle, not working class, which doesn't explain the décor of the room they were filmed in once (someone else's house?)...or his uncanny ability to get inside the collective Head of Despair that belongs to all dead end proles....perhaps with his earnings this year his is now lower-middle and good luck to him...it couldn't happen to a nicer man and as I said before let's hope success will not spoil him.......
Time Attendant just made one of the most interesting electronic albums this year...'cause he's interesting....and paints.....and has a bright mind......
Millie & Andrea put the boom back in D&B, soiled, distorted providers of the most kicks up the arse (sonically) I've been able and willing to give myself in 2014............
Seaes.........that box.........keep going.....there's a lot of mileage to be had there.in the details......shame Chris doesn't make more music.........
Crass In Africa........BOOF! Big surprise and I love it, I do....it's got the right attitude.............
Mica Levi's soundtrack to The Film Of The Year (like I've seen many others but it is sensational) and the sustained sound atmosphere...yes.......
Valerio Tricoli...........when 'electroacoustic' was dropped everywhere for a touch of creditability (ha!) this got close to the real deal whilst Pierre, Bernard (both mates) and dear François are no longer in the game it was good to hear someone taking their lessons seriously without fashioning a lame fake......
and Neotantrik because I've enjoyed everything they've done and Blue Amiga didn't disappoint and they do that thing (you know, that thing) better than most......

Time Attendant - Bloodhounds (Exotic Pylon)
Hacker Farm / Libbe Matz Gang - Crass In Africa (No Label) 
Marshall Allen presents Sun Ra And His Arkestra: In The Orbit Of Ra (Strut)
Seaes - Seaes II (Meds)
Millie & Andrea - Drop The Vowels (Modern Love)
Mica Levi - Under The Skin OST (Warners)
Miles at the Fillmore - Miles Davis 1970: The Bootleg Series Vol. 3 (Columbia)
Valerio Tricoli - Miseri Lares (PAN)
Neotantrik - Blue Amiga (Pre-Cert Home Entertainment)
Sleaford Mods - Divide and Exit (Harbinger Sound)

untitled: from the black 'n' white series



...........from the black 'n' white series............which may or may not be interspersed with another series.........stapled, banged, stuck together somehow and available in a limited edition......on paper.................something like an art zine.................or something else..................




ZFAMP (zoviet*france and Fossil Aerosol Mining Project) - Patina Pooling (alt.vinyl)


...................this steel beast makes PIL's Metal Box look like a novelty corporate exercise......


...........I mean...look at at............................two rough cut slabs of cardboard as inner packaging..............?


................'laser-etched', whatever that means................etched by laser, I suppose..........the record sleeve as a work of art................I think.......................it's beautiful.........'careful, the rust falls off', said the guy in the record shop...................


.....now it sits in the room.............monolithic............of course..................impossible to ignore.....................I note how it's surface changes according to the light in the room...........does it hold the secret of the universe? Should I dance around it, yabbering like one of Kubrick's monkeys?...................................


.........................................the music by zoviet*france and Fossil Aerosol Mining Project perfectly mirrors the burnt bronze surface....the sound of erosion...........................is something there? or not there? what's absent seems to mean more than what's present...........................the click of a needle stuck in a groove.................the constant ebb and flow.................it's beyond 'ambient', yet despite being haunted, way beyond Hauntology....................no nostalgia riffs or rural paganism....................and the wound-back voice (Put out in Silence) does not, in this context, sound clichéd................(I only hope it's urging listeners to sacrifice babies....in the woods.......at an alter containing the steel beast......)......................................what's that? something like a sub-bass (Kinesic Remnant 1987)......for a while, the sound is earthed, albeit by the inconsistent throb...................mostly, it's surface, that steel surface again.....................corroding sound.......................the ebb and flow of sound.............


Any Way You Figure It...........Your Best Answer Is Burroughs


"After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager'." 
- William S. Burroughs, (grandson of the inventor and founder of the Burroughs Corporation), The Adding Machine: Selected Essays



“When you cut into the present the future leaks out.” - William S. Burroughs 

Coincidence or knowing reference to his family background? Funny................no.....ironic, isn't it, that Burroughs should spend virtually his whole writing career rolling the literary dice in the Game of Words to see what leaks out? His grandfather's adding machine being all about calculating and controlling figures in the name of profit...............Burroughs battling a lack of control over drug/word addiction and all-encompassing virus.................any way you figure it, when looking for an alternative to the control mechanism of traditional bourgeois literature your best answer is William Burroughs..........





Long-Form Blogging & Fanzines & stuff.......


You're not reading this because nobody reads blogs any more.....

.........I'm not even reading it.................

                                                               .............................except in my head, where I'm writing it........
....'it' being the perfect response to the notion that nobody reads what I believe are called 'long-form' blog posts, although I hadn't heard that expression until a few weeks back...........I'd been naively writing 'long' ('s'all relative, ennit?) pieces now and again without realising the were actually extinct in The Modern World.........and as the old-fashioned notion goes, anything longer than 140 characters is......so.......pfft..................eh? We don't have time! .....................

.....fact (?) is that to write anything of length (141 characters?) you should have something to say......you know? But what if the writer does have something to say although it's not exactly.........er...........enlightening, wise, original, perceptive etc? What authority does the writer have? Is she qualified to discuss the subject?

....................I remember thinking (it was a long time ago, before my brain got fried by the internet) that blogs were/could be/should be a continuation of the fanzine idea.........great! I used to make a fanzine........


.............so I could blog. Right? Yes! Trouble is I seem to have missed out on the classic era (someone also told me recently that such a thing existed) when long-form bloggers exchanged ideas, reacted to each other's long posts etc. Damn! I missed the boat. Well, nothing new there. The only boat I've ever caught really was the musical one...........and only then a specific musical one...........now and again...........such as the time I played my friends the debut single from an 'unknown' (to them) outfit called Portishead..............yes, it was so specific that I remember it...............enough of my desperate attempt to claim credibility..............although, I feel compelled, whilst we're in Bristol, to mention the fact that Tricky once called me up on a Saturday afternoon to say how happy he was to be on the cover of my fanzine................how surprised I was at his West Country accent...............and he's still retained it, as witnessed when he popped up as a talking head on a TV documentary the other night.........

.................so I've been looking at Teal Triggs' book, Fanzines, recently, which has been sat on the shelf for ages........and wondering, again, why my masterpiece (ahem) isn't in there - huh! Then the other day I watched her giving a lecture on fanzines and having to explain what a fanzine was............surprised that anyone may not know.......and reminding myself that others (yes, them) exist in a world where fanzines simply don't exist, despite having been around since the early sci-fi days (30s)........................

..............because for them I presume, the notion of DIY culture doesn't exist either. They live in a world where everything is made by other people and the idea of doing it themselves doesn't enter their heads.............whereas.............me, I got the crazy notion, around the time of Punke Rocke, that I could be a creator as well as a consumer (we all got carried away with that idea)............

.......it's still a good idea, isn't it? Make music, Art, books.........why not? Make it for the hell of it....make it to prove that you can..................to deny, for once, the authority of others, of everyone over you...make a tiny rebellion in your head then put it in print, on screen etc..............................it may not overthrow the ruling elite but...........

.....................so now there is probably someone somewhere lecturing on long-form blogs.......it's cultural history!......complete with slide show examples of all those words................but like books (specifically, collecting old ones).....and vinyl (revived again?).........a dedicated few will still desire that old-fashioned stuff.........

...meanwhile.......................TTFN..............


Sun Ra Arkestra's John Gilmore...As A Mummy...



Shot whilst filming Space Is The Place. Early next year a special Space Is The Place project will be launched with various packages including a DVD, CD, T-shirt and book. Read about it and pledge here.



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