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The man who created (for example) the masterpiece RAYON HULA has a long, long story. „Much as David Sylvian, Derek Bailey and Christian Fennesz should be lauded for their work on the former’s Blemish album, Cooper’s audacious, unfettered performances mark an equally inspiring advance in marrying experimental sonics with song.“ This is what Keith Moline wrote in an English magazine years ago, and you can carve these words in stone.

He always rejected the easy way, he didn’t want to join hippie culture’s rock fame (and, believe me, famous men knocked on his door!) – he had his own ideas that lead him, in the end, to The Soutern Seas, to a 21st century form of „exotica“, a milion miles away from the Martini comfort zone of Les Baxter and associates. Is it true to say that it all started with his love for such an oldfashioned thing like the country-blues? No, too simple.

But speaking of lost classics, one record comes to mind, TROUT STEEL. It’s 1970. It’s London. Mike fell in love with the way jazz vibes enriched Van Morrison’s ASTRAL WEEKS. The blues, the folk, the avantgarde territory – for him this all was in the neighbourhood. You can hear that on this fabulous album, you can read it on the guest list: Mike Osborne, Alan Skidmore, Harry Miller, John Taylor. And his tunes were simple and intricate, haunting and passionate, his finger picking guitar style was on par wth the legends of the British folk scene.

Nevertheless, the album was a strange hybrid, too strange for big sales. So TROUT STEEL found its place in the memories of the happy few, the back of the minds of listeners believin that you can never trust the official lists of milestones. Certain milestones (the weird ones) have always been buried. Ruthlessly. Blame it on dull record companies, false nostalgia and bad luck. This one has just reappered on the surface. Don’t miss it this time!

2014 14 Juli

Killing Music

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Mixing It (on BBC 3) was celebrated as a bastion of experimental music radio. Hosted by Robert Sandall and Mark Russell, it covered a wide range of styles, including left-field areas of modern classical, dance, rock and world music. The last edition was broadcast on 9th February, 2007. One of the heads of the Classical Music Department told them that they would make a little break with „Mixing It“, then they would make this break a little bit longer. End of story. Robert Sandall who passed away years ago told the story. Now you know the definition of a cynical asshole.

Köln, 13.7.2014 | Karl Lippegaus: „Die Nachricht verbreitete sich wie ein Flächenbrand. Kaum war der neue Hörfunkdirektor von Radio France, Mathieu Gallet, im Amt, angetreten mit dem verdächtigen Slogan „mehr Musik, weniger Musikwissenschaft“, da wurde bekannt, dass das Jazzprogramm weiter drastisch gekürzt wird. Dass der langjährige Redakteur des ‚Bureau de Jazz‘, Xavier Prévost, keine Konzerte mehr organisieren darf. Und dass er sowieso demnächst entlassen wird. Kurz vorher wurde das Informationszentrum für Jazz (CIJ) geschlossen.

Eine Welle der Empörung folgte, in nur drei Tagen kamen fast 3,000 Unterschriften zusammen. Sie zeigen ein ergreifendes Bild der Widersprüche, mit denen der international inzwischen hochangesehene Jazz aus Frankreich heute kämpfen muss. Ich denke, es ist auch für deutsche Jazzbegeisterte interessant, all diese Stimmen der Petition zu hören bzw. zu lesen; deshalb habe ich sie übersetzt und zu einer Collage montiert. Es sage keiner, solche ungeheuerlichen Vorgänge wie die simple Streichung von 30 Rundfunk-Konzerten im Jahr und die Vernichtung der Arbeit einer seit 1961 bestehenden Jazzredaktion könnten bei uns nicht passieren.“

You may know John Steinbeck’s „Travels with Charly“, now I will see Northern coasts with my dog. Once upon a time Sancho was transported with fourty other cocker spaniels: by bus they had crossed the border of Spain during night time and luckily found new homes. Without some courageous people Sancho would have died a lonesome death sponsored by fucking Spanish laws. We won’t travel the seven seas, but hopefully will have some fun running along white beaches, stealing cakes from local bakeries and chasing dragons. Sancho is not a big friend of water and waves, but he’s great in jumping into „strandkörbe“. And he’s a great talker, no kidding. After a long walk, he’s simply looking for the next place to rest, jumps into any deserted „strandkorb“ staying there without compromise. He closes his eyes and enters his dog dream world. Then I’m daydreaming, too. I will look at the sea with eyes half-closed. A melody’s crossing the blood barrier of my brain with ease. It’s a thrumming song. A fisherwoman frets over the safe return of the eponymous lover gone to sea „with my heartstrings entangled in your net“. Everyday lifes captured with wit and warmth. From Scotland with love!

 
 
 

 


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