Wednesday, 12 February 2014

The Babble Machines


"There is trouble. Multitudes will not go back to work. There is a general strike. Half the factories are empty and the people are swarming in the ways. They are talking of a Commune. Men in silk and satin have been insulted in the streets. The blue canvas is expecting all sorts of things from you.... Of course there is no need for you to trouble. We are setting the Babble Machines to work with counter suggestions in the cause of law and order. We must keep the grip tight; that is all.

… Asano touched his arm and gave him a warning look, and forthwith another of these mechanisms screamed deafeningly and gave tongue in a shrill voice. "Yahaha, Yahah, Yap! Hear a live paper yelp! Live paper. Yaha! Shocking outrage in Paris. Yahahah! The Parisians exasperated by the black police to the pitch of assassination. Dreadful reprisals. Savage times come again. Blood! Blood! Yaha!" The nearer Babble Machine hooted stupendously, "Galloop, Galloop," drowned the end of the sentence, and proceeded in a rather flatter note than before with novel comments on the horrors of disorder. "Law and order must be maintained," said the nearer Babble Machine."


Text: from The Time Machine, H.G.Wells (1895)
Image: Eyes from Metropolis, Fritz Lang (1927)

By South Utsire

Ali Akbar Khan: Raga Kanara Prakaar (1969)


"If you practice for ten years, you may begin to please yourself, after 20 years you may become a performer and please the audience, after 30 years you may please even your guru, but you must practice for many more years before you finally become a true artist—then you may please even God."
 Ali Akbar Khan

The 80 Minute Raga (Raga Kanara Prakaar)

Raga Kanara Prakaar ( 80.00 )
Alap - Part 1 & 2 ( 40.00 )
Gat - Part 1 & 2 ( 40.00 )
Ali Akbar Khan - Sarod
Mahapurush Misra - Tablas
Originally recorded live and released on a double LP by The Connoisseur Society in 1969.

Late evening Raga. The Alap, part 1 and 2, is a complete Alap in 15 parts. The Gat is played with changing rhythms. The first part is in slow teentaal followed by a medium tempo teentaal wich then goes into a second section in a fast ektaal returning for the final climax to a teentaal in fast tempo. This Raga is also referred in some other sources as being Raga Darbari Kanada. 

By South Utsire

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Baba Ram Dass & The Spiritual Community Guide

Many years ago (and I mean MANY years ago) I chanced across an already ancient looking book from 1973 called The Spiritual Community Guide. It is basically a mish mash of spirit funk and US West coast guffaw connected with cults, gurus, yoga, weird diets, psychedelic drugs, mushrooms and herbs; music, nudity, theosophy and the New Age of Aquarius, with a gazetteer at the end of health food shops, astrology courses, and adverts about drinking your own piss. OK, I’m lying about that last bit, but it wouldn’t be out of place. The funny thing is, I don’t know how it came into my life, but it has exerted a rather strange mystical force since I first opened its tattered pages and started reading articles and philosophies from people whose names I couldn’t at first even pronounce. It was one of my very first genuine connections with the way out hippy shit that was later to blossom and flower into the zany Taj Mahal of unorthodoxy that constitutes, well, me. Owing to its obscurity it must have been a small scale publication, perhaps retailed through health food stores and alternative establishments, which makes it all the more odd that it should enter my small sphere.  Anyway, I will drop in occasional Blogs from the Spiritual Community Guide and see what you think. This one is one of the more normal ones from Baba Ram Dass, who had only just authored the best seller Be Here Now, in 1971.





By South Utsire

Monday, 10 February 2014

Rousseau On Land


"The first man who, having fenced in a piece of land, said "This is mine," and found people naïve enough to believe him, that man was the true founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody."
Rousseau, 1754

By Mountain Forehead

Vegan Cupcakes


by South Utsire

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Barbara & Ernie: For You (1971)


These cool cats play For You from their album Prelude To... (Cotillion Label, 1971).  

By South Utsire

Saturday, 8 February 2014

Murray Bookchin: Post- Scarcity Anarchism (1971)


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“We of this century have finally opened the prospect of material abundance for all to enjoy— a sufficiency in the mean s of life without the need for grinding, day-to-day toil. We have discovered resources, both for man and industry that were totally unknown a generation ago. We have devised machines that automatically make machines. We have perfected device s that can execute onerous tasks more effectively than the strongest human muscles that can surpass the industrial skills of the deftest human hands that can calculate with greater rapidity and precision than the most gifted human minds. Supported by this qualitatively new technology, we can begin to provide food, shelter, garments, and a broad spectrum of luxuries without devouring the precious time of humanity and without dissipating it s invaluable reservoir of creative energy in mindless labor. In short, for the first time in history we stand on the threshold of a post-scarcity society. The word "threshold” should be emphasized here for in no way has the existing society realized the post-scarcity potential of its technology. Neither the material "privileges” that modern capitalism seems to afford the middle classes nor its lavish wasting of resources reflects the rational, humanistic, indeed unalienated, content of a post-scarcity society. To view the word "post-scarcity” simply as meaning a large quantity of socially available good s would be as absurd as to regard a living organism simply as a large quantity of chemicals."

“For one thing, scarcity is more than a condition of scarce resources: the word, if it is to mean anything in human terms, must encompass the social relations and cultural apparatus that foster insecurity in the psyche. In organic societies this insecurity may be a function of the oppressive limit s established by a precarious natural world; in a hierarchical society it is a function of the repressive limits established by an exploitative class structure. By the same token, the word "post-scarcity " mean s fundamentally more than a mere abundance of the means of life: it decidedly includes the kind of life these mean s support . The human relationships and psyche of the individual in a post-scarcity society must fully reflect the freedom, security and self-expression that this abundance makes possible. Post-scarcity society, in short, is the fulfillment of the social and cultural potentialities latent in a technology of abundance.”

By South Utsire

Rudolf Rocker: Anarcho- Syndicalism (1938)


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“Our modern social system has internally split the social organism of every country into hostile classes, and externally it has broken up the common cultural circle into hostile nations; both classes and nations confront one another with open antagonism, and by their ceaseless warfare keep the communal social life in continual convulsions. Two world wars within half a century and their terrible after-effects, and the constant danger of new wars, which today dominates all peoples, are only the logical consequences of this unendurable condition which can only lead to further universal catastrophes. The mere fact that most states are obliged today to spend the better part of their annual income for so-called national defence and the liquidation of old war debts is proof of the untenability of the present status; it should make clear to everybody that the alleged protection which the state affords the individual is certainly purchased too dearly.

The ever-growing power of a soulless political bureaucracy which supervises and safeguards the life of man from the cradle to the grave is putting ever-greater obstacles in the way of co-operation among human beings. A system which in every act of its life sacrifices the welfare of large sections of the people, of whole nations. to the selfish lust for power and the economic interests of small minorities must necessarily dissolve the social ties and lead to a constant war of each against all. This system has merely been the pacemaker for the great intellectual and social reaction which finds its expression today in modern Fascism and the idea of the totalitarian state. far surpassing the obsession for power of the absolute monarchy of past centuries and seeking to bring every sphere of human activity under the control of the state. “All for the state; all through the state; nothing without the stale!” became the leitmotiv of a new political theology which has its various systems of ecclesiastical theology God is everything and man nothing, so for this modern political creed the state is everything and the citizen nothing. And just as the words the “will of God” were used to justify the will of privileged castes, so today there hides behind the will of the state only the selfish interests of those who feel called upon to interpret this will in their own sense and to force it upon the people.”

"As long as a possessing and a non-possessing group of human beings face one another in enmity within society, the state will be indispensable to the possessing minority for the protection of its privileges. When this condition of social injustice vanishes to give place to a higher order of things, which shall recognise no special rights and shall have as its basic assumption the community of social interests, government over men must yield the field to the administration of economic and social affairs, or, to speak with Saint Simon: “The time will come when the art of governing men will disappear. A new art will take its place, the art of administering things.” In this respect Anarchism has to be regarded as a kind of voluntary Socialism.”

By South Utsire

Alexander Berkman: What is Anarchism? (1929)


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From “The Wage System”

"In the capitalist system the workingman cannot work for himself, as in the old days. He cannot compete with the big manufacturers. So, if you are a workman, you must find an employer. You work for him; that is, you give him your labor for so and so many hours a day or week, and he pays you for it. You sell him your labor power and he pays you wages.

In the capitalist system the whole working class sells its labor power to the employing class. The workers build factories, make machinery and tools, and produce goods. The employers keep the factories, the machinery, tools and goods for themselves as their profit. The workers get only wages. This arrangement is called the wage system. Learned men have figured out that the worker receives as his wage only about one- tenth of what he produces. The other nine-tenths are divided among the landlord, the manufacturer, the railroad company, the wholesaler, the jobber, and other middlemen.

It means this: Though the workers, as a class, have built the factories, a slice of their daily labor is taken from them for the privilege of using those factories. That’s the landlord’s profit. Though the workers have made the tools and the machinery, another slice of their daily labor is taken from them for the privilege of using those tools and machinery. That’s the manufacturer’s profit. Though the workers built the railroads and are running them, another slice of their daily labor is taken from them for the transportation of the goods they make. That’s the railroad’s profit. And so on, including the banker who lends the manufacturer other people’s money, the wholesaler, the jobber, and other middlemen, all of whom get their slice of the worker’s toil.

What is left then - one-tenth of the real worth of the worker’s labor-is his share, his wage. Can you guess now why the wise Proudhon said that the possessions of the rich are stolen property? Stolen from the producer, the worker."

By South Utsire

Peter Kropotkin: The Conquest of Bread (1892)

Far be it for me to disparage a man's facial hair, but sometimes I do think this book should be called The Conquest of Beard, such was the wealth of chin- mane this genius of a man could sustain.


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“The best canvases of modern artists are those that represent nature, villages, valleys, the sea with its dangers, the mountain with its splendours. But how can the painter express the poetry of work in the fields if he has only contemplated it, imagined it, if he has never delighted in it himself? If he only knows it as a bird of passage knows the country he soars over in his migrations? If, in the vigour of early youth, he has not followed the plough at dawn, and enjoyed mowing grass with a large sweep of the scythe next to hardy haymakers vying in energy with lively young girls who fill the air with their songs? The love of the soil and of what grows on it is not acquired by sketching with a paint-brush — it is only in its service; and without loving it, how paint it? This is why all that the best painters have produced in this direction is still so imperfect, not true to life, nearly always merely sentimental. There is no strength in it.

You must have seen a sunset when returning from work. You must have been a peasant among peasants to keep the splendour of it in your eye. You must have been at sea with fishermen at all hours of the day and night, have fished yourself, struggled with the waves, faced the storm, and after rough work experienced the joy of hauling a heavy net, or the disappointment of seeing it empty, to under- stand the poetry of fishing. You must have spent time in a factory, known the fatigues and the joys of creative work, forged metals by the vivid light of a blast furnace, have felt the life in a machine, to understand the power of man and to express it in a work of art."

“Very often the idler is but a man to whom it is repugnant to spend all his life making the eighteenth part of a pin, or the hundredth part of a watch, while he feels he has exuberant energy which we would like to expend elsewhere. Often, too, he is a rebel who cannot submit to being fixed all his life to a work-bench in order to procure a thousand pleasures for his employer, while knowing himself to be far the less stupid of the two, and knowing his only fault to be that of having been born in a hovel instead of coming into the world in a castle.”

By South Utsire

Working Classics Series


This dinky quartet of historical anarchist books from AK Press illustrating key thinkers in the movement, are an accurate and concise introduction to the panoply of anarchist theory and practice. They are not meant to be exhaustive, just snapshots in time. And between them, they provide a good systematic educational overview of anarchism, whereupon you will be disavowed of the opinion that it is all about waving a black flag and throwing Molotov cocktails at demonstrations. One thing you come away from these books thinking is how simple the basic ideas of anarchism are, and how such simplicity gives them abiding strength.

I have summarised the general feel of each book in the table below, and shall take the next few days to post quotes from each book to give you a flavour.
 
Title
Written

Author
Notes
Conquest of Bread
1892
Peter Kropotkin
The Anarchist version of the Communist Manifesto by Marx.

What is Anarchism?
1929
Alexander Berkman
Good but Billy Basic introduction. Section on Chicago Anarchists was inspired, emotional & most informative.

Anarcho- Syndicalism
1938
Rudolf Rocker
A bit geek academique chiq. Dry in places, it nonetheless explores the interface between anarchism and trade unionism thoroughly. A “how to” manual.

Post- Scarcity Anarchism
1971
Murray Bookchin
The best of the four. Noticeably more contemporary. Addresses today’s issues competently in the context of the ecological crisis. Prescient and forward thinking.



By South Utsire

Friday, 7 February 2014

Bearded Ladies, Anyone?



I got this compilation CD of psych- folk tracks by B Music, exclusively of 'Vixens on Vinyl: 15 Home Grown Selections of Forlorn and Freakish Female Songsmithery from the Past 4 Decades.' Every track is indeed as described, so I’m sharing the 1st two with you [Removed by Youtube] and you’ll have to buy the rest:

Speck Mountain: Hey Moon. Speck Mountain is a place where liquid organ drones and sacramentally simple guitar lines shimmer in a psychedelically corrupt gospel haze behind Marie- Claire’s Stevie Nicks on downers/ Hope Sandoval on uppers vocals. Filled in with slow motion funk bass lines, blanched out sax, one lonely melodica and enough tape delay to stretch from Pacific sea caves all the way to the Northern Lights- everything here echoes, and everything glows. They met by chance in Bergen, Norway, and immediately the vibe was like two shell shocked deep sea creatures burrowing into each other for warmth. 

Wendy & Bonnie: Paisley Window Pane. Guitar luminary Gabor Szabo first introduced this inconceivable duo (aged 13 and 17) to an audience of Folk and Jazz enthusiasts via his self funded struggling imprint ‘Skye Records’. The rare debut LP of fragile, brooding awkward teenage love songs and quasi politically conscious flower power took up to 30 years to find its place in pop history alongside bands such as Stereolab, Broadcast, Mazzy Star and Misty Dixon who would collectively adopt the ahead of its time LP with open arms. Welsh pop activists Super Furry Animals sampled a minute long chunk of the sisters music for the intro to their LP ‘Phantom Power’ and tracks soon began to crop up on outsider music radio mixes and compilations. CD reissues of the album are slowly becoming a household fixture for fans of slightlydelic, close harmonies and ghostly cinematic arrangements.

By South Utsire

Hindu Artwork





By South Utsire

Juicy Lucy Live from Bread (1971)



I saw the 1971 film Bread as an 68 min extra on a British Film Institute DVD, whose main feature was a 90 minute similarly themed hippy/ groupie/ music exploitation film called Permissive (1970, directed by Lindsay Shonteff). Of the film Bread, the BFI say:

An unusual mixture of pop festival documentary and saucy teen comedy, Bread was exploitation filmmaker Stanley A. Long's second attempt at what he called a "counter culture gimmick movie". His first, Groupie Girl (1970), produced by Long, was based upon the real-life exploits of the film's co-writer, Suzanne Mercer. Her encounters with rock musicians, as salaciously filtered through the distinctively seedy vision of director Derek Ford, had given Groupie Girl the grimy ring of truth, and the film made a lot of money. Unfortunately, despite its title - contemporary slang for cash - the more light-hearted Bread did not. 

Regardless of the tongue in cheek intentions, Bread holds attention and is quite engaging film for such a simple plot. It culminates in over 8 minutes of illicit and wild blues- rock pop festival headed by a band I had not heard of before called Juicy Lucy. If they were consistently as good as they played in the film, I am surprised they didn't achieve greater acclaim, although they did score a top 20 hit with their cover version of the Bo Diddley perennial Who Do You Love? Nowadays most Americans know a Juicy Lucy as a type of fucking cheeseburger.


By South Utsire

Tree Lore #1: Wood of Suicides


The Wood of Suicides illustrates a passage from the Inferno canticle of the Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri.  Sinners who take their own lives are condemned by King Minos to the Seventh Circle of Hell. The Wood of the Suicides is where the souls are transformed into gnarled, disfigured, and brittle trees which comprise this gruesome forest. Each tree is different, for example, Bella's tree has vine wrapped around her neck like a noose, representing how she took her life. Each tree is a twisted version of their own suicide. The trees produce Suicide Fruit that causes thoughts of suicide on humans like Dante. If he is unable to resist the effects of the fruit, he will commit suicide by stabbing himself with his cross.

The illustration is Gustave Doré Suicides and Squanderers from 1861. Finding it difficult to secure a publisher willing to take on the expense of producing the opulent folio edition the artist envisioned, Doré himself financed the publication of the first book of the series, Inferno. The production was an immediate artistic and commercial success.

By South Utsire

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Shocking Blue: I Love Voodoo Music (1970)


Never heard of these guys before tonight. This track is from the 2nd Shocking Blue album Scorpio's Dance. Shocking Blue went to Number 1 in Feb 1970 with Venus from the album At Home, long before Bananarama were buffed & bouffant. Both song's lead vocals are performed by the late Mariska Veres. Both song's music and lyrics are written by Robbie van Leeuwen, the band's guitarist, sitarist and background vocalist. For Venus, Van Leeuwen used The Banjo Song, an arrangement of Oh! Susanna on a 1963 album by The Big 3, as his inspiration; the bassline, riffs and melody sound almost exactly the same. However, The Big 3 never claimed plagiarism.

By South Utsire

A Farm For The Future

BBC Natural World (2008-2009: Episode 14 of 16) Duration: 50 minutes

Wildlife film maker Rebecca Hosking investigates how to transform her family's farm in Devon into a low energy farm for the future, and discovers that nature holds the key. With her father close to retirement, Rebecca returns to her family's wildlife-friendly farm in Devon, to become the next generation to farm the land. But last year's high fuel prices were a wake-up call for Rebecca. Realising that all food production in the UK is completely dependent on abundant cheap fossil fuel, particularly oil, she sets out to discover just how secure this oil supply is. Alarmed by the answers, she explores ways of farming without using fossil fuel. With the help of pioneering farmers and growers, Rebecca learns that it is actually nature that holds the key to farming in a low-energy future.


What I like about this episode is not so much the twee, Vaughan Williams 'quintessentially English' flavour, although it is good to see how permaculture ideas can be moulded to a traditional temperate grassland system. I am more impressed at how it logically conveys the intimate level of integration which is possible when small scale, low tech, mixed agriculture design is employed. It makes sense on every level [Video removed by Youtube but available here].

By South Utsire

Nature Bjork




South Utsire

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

So Long, Pete Seeger

It has taken me a while to get my head around the passing of Pete Seeger. Whilst he has been universally acknowledged as the father of the American folk revival, and without him undoubtedly the wonderfully lyrical and heartfelt folk- protest songs of Bob Dylan, Woodie Guthrie, later Billy Bragg and others would have been stifled, (as well as the acid folk of particularly Joan Baez, and all of that generation of sitar- wielding psychedelic visionaries, prophets, singers and bands), I can’t help thinking I just didn’t like his music. It bores me, as if Ned Flanders had been intravenously injected with Sherbet powder and told his salvation depended on him fighting off the zombie apocalypse with a tambourine & harmonica in the cacophonous armour of an ill fitting one- man- band getup. Really, it’s that bad. I wish it was different.


Obviously, I agree with the sentiment of his protest songs. And no doubt being at a Pete Seeger concert live would have me sinuously singing along like a willowy girl clutching my ashen tear- streaked cheeks, and wailing like a star struck banshee waving a lighter and sobbing with ineffable love for my fellow human beings. I do however think it would be hypocritical of me to say what a great musician he was. I heard a Radio program about him, and apparently his mother, who was a concert musician, tried to encourage him to pick up music early on. But he refused it as a career option, having been showed just how demanding it was, in terms of practise and effort by his mother. Nevertheless he eventually went his own way, and by his own admission, picked up simple protests songs on guitar because they were relatively easy to play.

I think he was a much more profound influence as a social activist, and a galvanising force for the peace and socialist cause than he was a musician. So instead of posting a trite and insincere “If I had a Hammer” clip, I instead post some quotes from (and of) the great man, in tribute to his achievements.

"I still call myself a communist, because communism is no more what Russia made of it than Christianity is what the churches make of it. But if by some freak of history communism had caught up with this country, I would have been one of the first people thrown in jail."

"Don't let schoolin' get in the way of your education."

"Singing with children in the schools has been the most rewarding experience of my life." – Seeger, October 17, 2009, at community concert in Beacon, New York

He was one of the few people who invoked the First Amendment in front of the House Committee on Un-American Activities (HCUA). Everyone else had said the Fifth Amendment, the right against self-incrimination, and then they were dismissed. What Pete did, and what some other very powerful people who had the guts and the intestinal fortitude to stand up to the committee and say, "I'm gonna invoke the First Amendment, the right of freedom of association...."
...I was actually in law school when I read the case of United States v. Seeger, and it really changed my life, because I saw the courage of what he had done and what some other people had done by invoking the First Amendment, saying, "We're all Americans. We can associate with whoever we want to, and it doesn't matter who we associate with." That's what the founding fathers set up democracy to be. So I just really feel it's an important part of history that people need to remember."

Quote by Jim Musselman (founder of Appleseed Recordings), longtime friend and record producer for Pete Seeger

By South Utsire

Bob Crow and RMT Union Strike

In case you missed it, the 48 hour strike has begun of London Underground workers in the RMT Union. And with it, the TV spoonfeed tower has responded accordingly at the behest of their commercial masters, by demonising the actions of the union, failing to represent any public opinion which is sympathetic to the plight of these workers, instead alluding to the artificially constructed British Bulldog mentality that we are meant to adopt in times of crisis, and attacking the evil communistic union leaders. Going on strike is no bed of roses. Raising your head from the rut of wage drudgery and paying the price at the end of the month, when the rent needs to be paid, takes courage and solidarity.


The 'dinosaur unions' cat- calling by Jeremy Paxman on Newsnight last night was facile and embarrassing, betraying an intellectually bereft trivialisation of the conflict by the media. Instead of addressing the details of this legitimate industrial dispute, where 950 jobs are on the line... 950 FAMILIES thrown onto the unemployment scrapheap of minimum wage London;  we get patronised by the Babel Tower, supposed to be the flagship intellectual current affairs magazine, with childish curmudgeonly mudslinging.

Who elected Jeremy Paxman? A manikin robot, installed for the sole purpose of mass mind obfuscation, on the back of an unsolicited TV Licence TAX, has no right even to sit at Bob Crow's feet. Crow at least has a democratic mandate to represent his workers and yet has to deal sincerely with such tripe. And it was interesting to see the Bullingdon Gherkin King Boris Johnson, the self- styled Churchill reject of Big Business saying he thought the RMT should only be allowed to strike if 50% of the workforce had voted for it. Until he was reminded that less than 50% of Londoners had voted for him. Of course it's different for the elites and their rarefied circle.

I support the strike. The demand is clear: take the swathing 950 job losses off the table, sustainably make use of their skills and training, and the RMT workers will return to what they do best, put people before profit, and invest in an environmental and efficient transport system befitting of a 21st century country.


Update: tonight the Government have announced their intention to designate London Underground workers "Essential Workers" which will effectively deny them the right to withdraw their labour in strike action. There is a name for such enforced labour: it's called slavery.

by South Utsire

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Vilayat Khan: Raga Yaman (1968)


Raga Yaman (50.42 )
Part 1 - Gat Vilambit laya ( slow tempo teentaal ) - ( 23.46 )
Part 2 - Madhya laya ( medium tempo teentaal ) - ( 15.03 )
Part 3 - Drut laya ( fast tempo ) - ( 11.85 )  

Vilayat Khan - Sitar
Manik Rao Popatkar - Tablas

Fans and media alike liked to play up Vilayat Khan's rivalry with and animosity towards Ravi Shankar. However, in calmer moments Vilayat would admit there was not much to it. His animosity for the politics and institutions of India's cultural life was another matter. In 1964 and 1968, respectively, he was awarded the Padma Shri and Padma Bhushan awards – India's fourth and third highest civilian honours for service to the nation – but refused to accept them, declaring the committee musically incompetent to judge him.

by South Utsire

Monday, 3 February 2014

Gabor Szabo, 'The Divided City'


Originally recorded in 1968, Los Angeles, and released on Skye Records.
By Mountain Forehead

Michael Hurley's 'Blue Mountain' & John Steinbeck's 'East of Eden'


The Salinas Valley is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the centre until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer and what trees and seasons smelled like - how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odours is very rich.

I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding - unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever gotsuch an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.

By Mountain Forehead

Donovan: The Song of Wandering Aengus (1971)



Haunting music to the poetry of W. B. Yeats

I wish out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And I cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry with a thread

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame
But something rustled on the door
And someone called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands

And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

I have only started reading Rob Young’s Electric Eden: A History of Britain’s Visionary Music (for my purposes read: acid folk), but Donovan gets an early mention which alludes to the milieu in which he wrote this otherworldly and inspired music, quoted below.

Donovan’s success after the Dylan- influenced singles such as ‘Catch The Wind’, ‘Colours’, and ‘Universal Soldier’ was in part due to some steerage by his new producer/ svengali Mickie Most, who had urged the young artist to trick out his acoustic folkiness with generous helpings from the new palette of psychedelic colours creeping into pop production in the wake of such records as The Beatles’ Revolver and The Kinks Face To Face. In 1965 he was still immersed in the Woody Guthrie/ Dylan knock- off protest folk of his first LP What’s Bin Did and What’s Bin Did, while on his second, Fairytale, he began to inch towards a more bucolic mode.

… From a landowner named Donald MacDonald, he had just purchased three remote Scottish islands; Islay, Mingay, and Clett, near Skye’s north- west Vaternish peninsula, where he and his friend/ ‘manager’ Gypsy Dave intended to set up a ‘Renaissance community’ of artists, musicians, and poets in a row of tumbledown shepherds’ cottages.

[and of his consequent dreamy musical projects]… These benignly stoned odes fondly and naively imagined a long- lost, bucolic Avalon where like minds of a forever young Flower Generation might gather in peace, singing, dancing, smoking, making love and contemplating the universe in a guilt- free environment.

[after collaboration with the Beatles and Maharishi Yogi in India]… He flew back high as a magic carpet with a pipe- load of Eastern mysticism, and a newly piqued interest in Celtic medievalism and Victoriana, manifested in songs such as ‘Guinevere’, ‘Legend of a Child Girl Linda’, and ‘Season of the Witch’… now with his purchase of a far away island kingdom, Donovan was planning to use his status as a counter- cultural guru to convert the pipedream into a living experiment.

This then was the artist who brought his own stab at Wonderland, the pied piper whose master plan was to sail off to his private fiefdom singing Lewis Carroll’s line ‘Won’t You Join The Dancer?’ and who put up the money for potential acolytes like Vashti Bunyan and Robert Lewis to make the pilgrimage.

The Song of Wandering Aengus appeared on the album H.M.S Donovan, the second album of Donovan's children's music, and was recorded between 1968- 1971.

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Nature Through a Fish Eye Lens





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Sunday, 2 February 2014

Performance (1970)



Performance is probably the most bohemian of films. It is a frenetic mish mash of cockney gangland thriller, euro- hippy morality tale, and iconic music soundtrack, all wrapped up in a mélange of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Although released in 1970, the film was shot in the summer of 1968 and faced difficulties getting on screen. The film's content was an unwelcome surprise to Warner Studios. It has been reported that during a test screening, one Warner executive's wife vomited in shock.

Directed by Donald Cammell and Nicolas Roeg, its cultural and philosophical roots go deep- a kind of 60’s hippy hangover meets the impending morning after of the 70’s. And then of course there is the outstanding cast including Mick Jagger (Turner), James Fox (Chas), Anita Pallenberg (Pherber) and Michèle Breton (Lucy).


First impressions are perhaps that Pherber is the most mesmerizing female presence, but after a while, Lucy exerts a peculiarly enigmatic influence (Chas: “you're a funny little frog, like a little boy”). I have quoted some information on Michèle Breton from the Bloomsbury Movie Guide by Mick Brown:

“Breton was a French actress for whom Performance was her one and only film role… For many years after the making of the film, Michèle Breton was to be the enigma at the heart of the Performance story. Those who had worked on the film, or known Breton for the short time that she was associated with Cammell’s circle, could cast little light on where she had come from, or what had happened to her when filming was completed.

Sandy Leiberson remembers her as “one of Donald’s little girlfriends, someone he’d picked up in France who didn’t care who she slept with. A strange little creature, totally androgynous- looking- the way Donald liked them.” … she represented that image that Donald was so in love with- that young girl who is totally uninhibited, no hang up whatsoever.

By Cammell’s own account he had met Breton in St. Tropez. It is clear from the early drafts of the script that Cammell already had her in mind for the part of Lucy. Breton was just seventeen, and Cammell was obliged to falsify her age to secure the necessary work permits.

Breton was erratic, and sometimes disturbing presence throughout filming. Cammell would later recall that “she smoked too much” hash and was frequently under the influence of psychedelics. On at least two occasions, workmen had to be dispatched to her Knightsbridge flat to repair a bathroom window which she had smashed.

[After the film]… Breton seemed to vanish off the face of the earth. Anita Pallenberg has heard she had been admitted to a sanatorium. Marianne Faithfull thought she had died- “perhaps in Marseilles”.

In 1995, Mick Brown found Breton living in Berlin… Her memories of making Performance were confused. She had never acted before and she said she was stoned all of the time. “I was very young and very disturbed. I didn’t know what I was doing and they used me. It was a very spaced- out atmosphere. There was no love there, no understanding between people. Everybody was on a heavy ego trip. James Fox was the only person who had some human communication. He saw what was going on with me- the emptiness. He understood that and was very gentle to me.”

In Paris, a friend told her the drugs were cheap in Afghanistan, so she made her way to Kabul. She lived there for a year, shooting morphine, selling her passport, her belongings, everything. One night she took LSD. “I looked at my needles, my drugs, and said never again”.

From Kabul, she traveled to India where she was hospitalized for three months. She returned to Kabul, then to Italy, and eventually to Berlin, where she had lived for the past thirteen years.

“I’ve done nothing with my life” she said. “Where did it start going wrong? I can’t remember. It’s something like destiny.” She last saw Performance in 1987. “I was feeling kind of sick looking at this. It was a feeling of death.”


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Bill Mollison: Global Gardener



Bill Mollison is co- founder of the sustainable agricultural system called Permaculture. In 1991 he made a 4 part series of programs called Global Gardener, which showed how permaculture could be applied to several ecotypes, along with some of the wider principles (community, self reliance, energy & nature conservation, etc). I like this series because it provides a really good overview of how permaculture works; that it is a flexible system, and not a proscriptive 'one size fits all' formula. Plus it has a good feel to it. It puts a smile on wearied faces sick of this deadly industrialised maelstrom of technological food production. Note: removed by Youtube.

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Saturday, 1 February 2014

Shards of MySpace


So MySpace has gone over to the dark side and become a new, dumbed down copy cat version of twatbook. To make it worse, they have DELETED the creative edifice of my lovingly cultivated profile content. Only the blog data remains, in text format, stripped of images and comments. And then you have to request it by email; if you spent any time blogging on MySpace, that facility has vanished now. The NSA has more freedom than me to see my old profile.
I used to love the customisable profile page, the tapestry of chiseled miscellanea that was individualistically MINE, but of course it has reverted to a sterile, uniform, limited straightjacket of an interface which only allows truncated jibber jabber like saying how wonderful you think the meat headed Gucchi handbags are on Amazon, or clicking “Like” to anything brightly coloured or loud, like a bewildered chimpanzee. The internet used to be a free association of forward thinking individuals, renegades, computer geeks, drop outs and alternos; a genuine anarchy, rich in possibilities. And now it has been hijacked by neurotic, spying adbots, malware, multinational companies and totalitarian governments itching to put you in chains for any seditious sleight.  
I had intended to use some of my MySpace content for the benefit of this Blog. I guess I'm just gonna have to go commando by using my failing memory and a few old backup folders. By logging into MySpace, you have to immediately agree to the terms of the “new” infant monstrosity, which secretly sends a broadcast email to every one of your former friends, saying what a good dog you are for renewing your account, regardless of your intention to cancel.
There was no option to send an email worded:

"The Laudanum Dream got f@cked off with our pokey measley paultry commodified NSA spying mind control chicken feed dispensing new Myspace and left"
... or
"#LOLZ we cyber raped another person's data and sold it "

by South Utsire

Imbolc

The second of the great Celtic lunar festivals was called Imbolc, sometimes called Oimelc, which took place around 1st February. Its name means ‘around the belly’ and the festival was a celebration of the great Goddess and of new birth. At this time, the Cailleach, or old crone, was renewing and transforming herself into the spring maiden.

Invocation to Brigid

Bride
crowned with candles
cleanser and healer
pure as snow
milk- white
golden- haired
guardian of the sacred well
mystically kindling fire in the belly
gentle inspirer of poets


Image:  The Shortening Winter's Day is Near a Close (1903) Joseph Farquharson (1846-1935)
Text: Adapted from The Celtic Book of Seasonal Meditations

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