de portables – Rédaction

Posted by by hendrik dacquin on 30 Jul at 02:33 AM


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Track: Rédaction 

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good morning, again!

Posted by by Ed Nolbed on 30 May at 09:10 AM

Aaaaaarrrghhh (Krusty-style)…

Another grey morning. Soft rain falls from the sky and a bunch of pigeons is having a meeting on the roof across the street. I live on the 4th floor of a nice appartment in the centre of Ghent. I have a nice view of the skyline, i.e.: the towers of Ghent and surrounding buildings. Sometimes this view gives us very nice sunsets.

My head feels like I’ve been drinking, but actually I haven’t, so what’s the deal? Nothing. It just feels like that. My head just isn’t that happy with this new day, I have the impression. I am, however, going to try to stimulate it with another cup of coffee. Let’s see how it responds to that.

Good thing there’s Coltrane to ease the soul! I’m not a jazz freak, but lately I’ve been listening to quite a bit of jazz, I guess it’s just my mood. It’s very pleasant to hear those free minds improvise and interact. It’s music of the soul for the soul. It’s almost a straight communication line from the universal soul, the omnipresence having its say through the open minds of jazz musicians. The music is made up on the spot, it’s a manner of immediate communication, it’s like raving and ranting. It’s speaking your soul without thinking, without judging the contents of the message. The jazz musician becomes a medium.

It’s ‘Stellar Regions’ by John Coltrane I’m listening to right now. It’s supposed to be the last session he recorded, soon after this he died. Off course, that knowledge makes it even a little more fascinating to listen to. But, apart from that, it IS a killer record. Free Jazz!

Some people claim that you can’t listen to jazz, especially certain jazz records (and perhaps free jazz in particular), until a certain age. Quite possible so, maybe, but why do they claim such a thing? Maybe because one can’t understand certain emotional aspects until a certain age? Maybe because one isn’t supposed to be able to follow all the harmonic changes and variations and rythmic modulations until after a certain amount of years of listening experience?

There’s several ways of listening to music. One manner which I enjoy more and more is the one of just letting it all come over me. Just let it all happen. No questions, no analyses. You always pick up stuff anyway, if not consciously then definitely subconsciouly. And what goes in must come out, one way or another. And also, when not trying to follow the music rationally (or emotionally), I find you discover the energy of the music. And that’s the soul-level. And that’s soothing. Just letting it all happen without trying to have control by rationalizing. Somehow also deconditioning myself.

My second cup of coffee is empty. My mind’s still blurry and grumpy but it’s also enjoying Coltrane. I’m slowly waking to a new day. Slowly crawling out of the night’s slumber. I’m having the space between my ears vacuum-cleaned by a very, very angry saxophone solo (check out n°5 on the cd "Offering")…

 

              Currently playing: Stellar Regions by John Coltrane
            Current mood: morning

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Why shoegazers gaze at their shoes

Posted by by Ed Nolbed on 24 May at 09:12 AM

Above: typical shoegazers

As I was looking at a picture of myself playing guitar, I realized why players of shoegazer bands gaze at their shoes.

Many people thought this was a statement or an attitude. Maybe an expression of arrogance or camouflaged shyness. Some might even have thought that it was all about a bunch of musicians with back- or neckproblems. But, these aren’t the reasons…

I therefore would like to pone the following hypothesis: the term ‘shoegazer’ is based on a misperception. Shoegazer do not gaze at their shoes, they gaze at their instruments. Why do they gaze at their instruments? Because they can’t play all that well and they need to see what chords they take and where to put their fingers.

At least, that’s the reason why I look down so often while performing…

Below: Me gazing down

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Well you see…

Posted by by Ed Nolbed on 11 May at 09:15 AM

1, 2, 3, 4, …

Infinity is One. I reckon at least. Generally one thinks that 1 million is a lot and 1 billion is even more et cetera, but in fact it all comes down to One. It’s not the universe that is made out some sort of infinite manies or something like that, it is all just One. Man, however, has discovered that One can be divided into many (i.e.: infinity).

Let’s put it this way. If you say "1 + 1 = 2", you divide "1" into 2 parts (in this case, "1" & "1"; this might however as well be "3" or "6.458.547"). Those 2 parts are part of "1". That’s what the Universe is: One divided endlessly into an infinite number of elements. The nature of "1" is that it is divisible into infinity. "1" is the greatest entity possible. Everything else is derivative, an endless number of variations on the theme called "1".

The whole Universe is based on division. The division of this all encompassing One, this One that manifests itself in everything and everyone. This One that connects everything through endless division.

Still, that doesn’t quite explain why a man stands up to his brother, now does it? Well, I think a man stands up to his brother because he attaches a certain value or meaning to this act. Why else would he do it? If you think something meaningless you’re not very eager to do it, right? Unless you get orders from someone who thinks that giving that order is meaningful and you think that executing that order is meaningful. So, is it then maybe right to assume that the key lies in (the act of) giving meaning.

Would there not be a certain change in the world if people could see that meaning is useless? People are so eager to give meaning to their lives that it makes them depressed if they can’t find any meaning. They think it’s abnormal. It’s not. It’s a sign of intelligence if you realize this. It’s a path to freedom.

There’s nothing really you must do or have to do, it is your own choice, isn’t it?

If your leg’s been cut off by an accident, it’s your choice to let your life be ruined by that, isn’t it? Off course it’s not your choice to have your leg cut off, that’s obvious, but how you handle that is completely within you power…

At least, that’s what my logic and my healthy sense of being brings me down to…

I just wanted to share this mental trail with you.

Love

jrgn

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DE PORTABLES & (K-RAA-K)3 presenteren …

Posted by by hendrik dacquin on 16 Dec at 09:18 AM

        Kerstmis Terrorisme een gebroken huwelijk
  Een niet te missen totaalspektakel met mossels, onthoofdingen, film en
  muzikale intermezzos van …
  KAPOTSKI
  én
  TOMAN …

  op Vrijdag 17 december, Frontline, Gent – 20h30 (nu vrijdag dus!)

  voor de luttele som van
  4 euro + een kerstkadootje ter waarde van ca. 1 euro
  (of 9 euro en geen kerstcadeautje)

  Tot dan,

  Het studiomuscle committee :-)

  PS: Gelieve deze mail zoveel mogelijk te verspreiden naar mogelijke
  geïnteresseerden, als de talrijke virussen in jullie rommelige
  mailaccounts het al niet hebben gedaan

  een beetje meer info voor mensen die daar toevallig in geinteresseerd zijn:

  De roemruchte hartenbrekers van de Portables werden als curatoren
  uitgenodigd door (K-RAA-K)3 om, na 5 jaar bezinning in het Singaporese
  hooggebergte, het fabelachtig Studio Muscle Souper opnieuw samen te
  stellen. Het Studio Muscle Souper staat voor een avond vertier,
  muziek, sjampetters, zelfgemaakte langspeelfilms, een lach en een
  traan. Zoals de in spijkerschrift gebeitelde Studio Muscle
  leerstellingen opleggen, wordt de avond traditioneel ingepakt met een
  explosief thema: "Kerstmis & Terrorisme, een gebroken huwelijk". De
  middernachtmis wordt opgedragen door de heilige drievuldigheid van
  Kapotski afgewisseld door de fundamentalistische mosselmannen Tomàn
  uit Oman.

  Ze treden sporadisch op als Bombardementski. Ze spelen de hoofdrol in
  een docusoap op Al Jazeera. Hun repetitikot is een stal. En Moeder
  Natuur heeft hen stuk voor stuk voorzien van een stevig paar
  kerstballen. Kortom, als het thema "Kerstmis & Terrorisme" één groep
  op het lijf geschreven staat, dan is het Kapotski wel. Jozef kan er
  voor één keer niet bij zijn – iets met een "volkstelling" en een
  "staartster" – maar de twee andere wijzen uit het oosten (van
  Ledeberg) konden deze avond niet aan zich laten voorbijgaan. Wat ze
  gaan doen? Geen idee, maar dat er over meer dan 2000 jaar nóg over
  gepraat zal worden staat nu al vast.

  Tomàn or not tomàn. Dit stelletje niet onknappe Nomadische bedoeïnen
  hebben zich, na jaren zwerven door de Omaanse Wahiba-zandwoestijn,
  finaal gevestigd in de vruchtbare oase van de Westhoek. Daar hebben ze
  zich ongemerkt geïntegreerd in een boerengezin met twee kinderen en
  een dromedaris. Van onder deze dekmantel orkestreert Tomàn
  zelfmoordaanslagen op onze goede smaak met bommen vervaardigd uit
  westvlaamse klei. Deze marterlarenbrigade heeft ons beloofd zich een
  esthetisch verantwoorde bommengordel om te gespen en een knetterend
  spektakel op te voeren.

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