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Squarepusher and DJ Luke Vibert at Koko

I last Thursday (17th Nov 2005) I went to see Squarepusher supported by a live DJ set from Luke Vibert at Koko. I was completely blown away by it all!

I went with Dean Chamberlain (thanks for all the pictures) who is a big Luke Vibert fan and manager to spot the man before things got started hanging around the sound mixing booth. We arrived lot long after doors opened. The que was picked at by the mixed carrion of touters looking to buy tickets and party promoters pushing the next gig. It was quite intense which set the mood for the intense evening to come.

meccano music

The first act up was meccano set. A table was set up with a meccano construction on it and a little Casio keyboard. Wheels and pulleys were set up to turn and hit little strips of plastic that were some sort of trigger for a drum sound. The keyboard was set up like a large wind-up music box which had a long black cylinder rotating over the keys. Little fingers stick out form this cylinder would press the keys down making the sequence of notes. There was also a busted up old toy record player that was playing making a recordy ambient sound continually. At first this set up was puzzling and it sat on the projection screen for the first couple of hours. Once its design was understood the novelty wore thin.

The ‘artist’, Pierre Bastien, made music with this sort of primitive, home made, sequencer drum machine set up which was at first curious and then amusing but wore thin after about 10 minutes. He also played a baby muffled trumpet over the top of this and did achieve a sort of blue melancholy sound for some of it. His sound reminded me of Nils Petter Molvaer but with less energy and sophistication.

Luke Vibert started his set completely unannounced. There was an obvious change in mood and track selection which ranged from some very nice down tempo drum and bass to funk, which was completely unexpected and yet another twist in the course of the nights musical meanderings. It was quite refreshing to hear rhythm and melody again after Mr Meccanos forays.

Squarepusher showed up quite late and the place was buzzing with anticipation by this stage. I was a bit annoyed at him showing up so late to his own gig. He finally appeared on stage at 12 and we’d been waiting since 8. None the less he pulled out yet another surprise: Jazz.

Tom Jenkinsonon bass

Tom Jenkinson (aka Squarepusher) started his set off with Paul Hession (drums) and Mick Beck (saxaphone). They did a half dozen psychedelic Jazz numbers mixed with some Squarepusher type bass playing. All the pieces were intense, full of energy and showed a completely unexpected dimension to this arts playing that had me completely impressed.

Paul Hession, drums

A sentiment not shared by all the audience who where expecting a more bangy start after a long wait and who probably weren’t into Jazz. This just helped to highlight the diversity in the crowd that ranged form nerdy weedy white guys to Camden style Goths to Punks to just average looking middle aged couples who were not used to staying up this late anymore.

Mick Beck on saxaphone

Once the Jazz men had taken a bow Squarepusher went solo and did a long hour and a half set with two laptops and switch between three electric bass guitars. He played along to drum sequencing form the laptops that was more the crazy distorted drums and bass you’d expect form Squarepusher.

bass cam

Up until this point I had never really understood where his bass playing was coming from but I realised as he held a fret down and beat out a sequence on the strings with his right hand that he was using the bass guitar as a percussion instrument! He has a background playing drums and Jazz (I assume) and so his music is not that far off modern Jazz percussion. He has changed to a more electronic instrumentation and is always chasing an intense vibe as found in modern dance music. The compositions are intricate and sophisticated. His bass playing technique is highly skilled and full if energy. An amazing performer and artist altogether.

Squarepusher

At this point the dance floor turned mosh-pit and I managed to get close to the front near Dean who as glued to the railing right in front of where Squarepusher was playing. Eventually I retreated to one of the upper tears of Koko.

Koko in Camden is a superb venue. Its huge to begin with and used to be an old theatre I’m assume as it still looks the part. The interior is all a deep red colour and is covered in intricate lace work. There is a 4 meter disco ball hanging from its high roof, the biggest I’ve ever seen, yet it is lost in the feeling of space. There are five or six balconies with two of them sporting small intimate bars (and DJ booths).

The visuals were very well thought out and the most impressive I’ve seen to date. Mostly for their simplicity and effectiveness. The composition during the Jazz set was brilliant. A combination of simple screen wipes and two angle switching of the same shot. There band was emersed in a red wash that didn’t change much and was perfect for the mood. After the Jazz was over they quickly tore down the projection screen which revealed a the second matching box that dominated the stage. Squarepusher was squeezed between these lager rectangles who’s purpose was mystery until he did his first sequenced number, then they lit up jumping with simple white LED lights making patters that rected to the music and wowed the audience.

Overall an fantastic night out. My ears are still rigging and I’m happy to be in London!

Science gets the last laugh on ethnic jokes

Heaven is where the police are English, the cooks are French, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian and everything is organized by the Swiss. Hell is where the police are German, the cooks are English, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.

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Science gets the last laugh on ethnic jokes - Science Mysteries - MSNBC.com

The horrible tale of eBuyer

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Truth vs Imagination

Its important to know what defines you. I’ve been having problems with that of late. I’ve been on a ‘quest’ to find a sort of underlying truth, since I was quite young, and I think I have found it. The problem is that truth is the opposite of imagination, the act of creation. How can we bring an idea into this world and not have it start off as a lie?

Once I have striped myself down, once there is nothing left but bones, how do I define myself? Only though the act of creation? Maybe life is continual subtraction and addition. Accounting.

Le Conseguenze dell’Amore

Olivia Magnani as Sofia (left) and Toni Servillo as Titta (right)

Last night Zosia took me to the Barbican where she is employed and we saw ‘Le Conseguenze dell’Amore’ (’Consequences Of Love‘), an Italian movie directed by Paolo Sorrentino. This movie is brimming over with style and subtlety and has you engaged the whole way. The pace is slow but not unnecessary so and I found myself laughing out loud at some of the stange character interactions. The character is beautifully built up leaving you with a satisfactory truth.

But did I mention the sound track! It features music from Mogwai, James, Terranova, Boards Of Canada and Fila Brazillia. The sound track really made this movie a master piece and brought it together keeping you interested and enhancing the feeling of each scene.

The cinematography is also outstanding even though most of the scences are inside everything is well thought out and the creative camera work seem invaluable to the enhancing the mood of every shot.

This film has so much class it makes everything else out at the moment (Sin City, Episode 3) look like obvious shite.

Smile

It makes a big difference.

Perpetually positive

I went to the beach with my cosine Sarah last week. We got a lift to the Jung-O (Bondi Junction, Sydney) and were standing at the bus terminal trying to decide between Bronte and Bondi beaches as both are just as easy to get to by bus from there.

We were both feeling apprehensive about Bondi but we decided to go there because the 389 came first. Sarah said to me something like:
“You never know, this Bondi experience might change our minds about Bondi beach.”
And that was all. I thought about it on the ride down and it was an uplifting attitude, one of infinite forgiveness and hope. One I wish to take up more.

I have been accused of being overly negative and critical. Attitudes that, though they help steer you clear of the worst things that could happen, also steer you clear of the best things that can befall you thought dumb luck. They are attitudes that weight heavily on the personality and rob one of the simple joys available to the open mind.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shinning palace built upon the sand!

I think Sarah will grow to become a wonderful person to know. I am luck to have such a brilliant cousin.

Berlina!

I’ve been in Berlin two nights now and I want to move here. I love the Germans! All the young people are so cool and east Berlin rocks da house. Went out to Tresor last night, the oldest nightclub in Berlin I think (well certainly for electronic music). Danced till I couldn’t dance no more.

Did a walking tour yesterday and got the low down on the last 500 years. I didn’t realise that they are one of the newest democracys in the world. Certainly in Europe.

The Big Top

I live in a circus. I did some video editing for Geneva, and American girl who lives above me (though 5mm of ply wood), and she offered fire-swallowing lessons in return. Geneva is a performance artist and works on the Carnesky’s Ghost Train, a performance piece that has been setup in the Truman Brewery just off Brick Lane in Hackney. It’s a real ghost train that you sit in and it goes around a little circuit a few times. As you go though the loop you pass five or six different actors who are in a character. Each time around the story is a little further along. The content wasn’t really scary but the idea of being pulled though a dark unknown region was sort of scary and Erika and I cling to each other and I jumped when the ghost harlot grabbed my nee on the way past from the shadows. Geneva flew around with a suspension belt and looked like a Soviet trapeze artist (which I think she is also qualified to do).

There is also Paloma was also working on the Ghost Train and is an English girl and a bit of a local legend. She’s made appearances in the paper and the odd magazine. Paloma means dove in Spanish apparently and she danced in a dramatic Spanish flamenco type dress with holograms of doves flying out of her skirt. Paloma is also the lead singer in a 50-60’s cover band called ‘Paloma and the Penetrators’. She comes across with such energy I would swear she is the female Elvis Presley.

Also in the band is Liam, who is a young Irish lad who is possibly the quietest Irishman I’ve ever meet. Keeps to himself he does. Like to watch neighbors when he surfaces at about 1-2pm in the afternoon. When he gets on stage however he’s a man possessed and sings and daces like Jerry Lee Lewis.

Then there is Kate who is a young English architect and the only person here who keeps sanity. She is going out with Clem, a French guy who plays guitar in the band. He has just recently moved in with Kate. Clem also has a formidable old-school rock n’ roll and Jazz CD collection which I have started copying as a full time job.

There is one other Aussie in the place from Melbourne. She is hell bent on force-feeding her body drugs and alcohol as much is as humanly possible so I don’t see her very much. Shes in publishing and travels around a lot as a result.

So that’s the six people I live with, officialy. There’s also Rustle who is Palomas friend. Rustle is a fixture on the couch but adds an air of gayety to the slightly dark “living” area which is disguised as a pub at the end of the night.

Loves me bike. Luv’s me bike.

My new push bike in London

I have found an activity in London that I truly love doing: riding my push bike along the canals. There is one that runs from Camden though Hackney and on passed Victoria park. Though not as pretty as the canals in Holland, as the British seem to have turned their back to the water ways and put industrial warehouses along them mostly, a lot of them have now been converted to swanky modern apartment blocks. The canals are littered with the odd duck and long thin barges, some of which double as homes.

I love having a bike again. I got it for 70 quid from Brick Lane. The guy who sell them there has a whole bunch of ‘em chained up together with a big pirate flag sticking out of the middle of them. The flag is more than just an eccentricity, the bikes are mostly stolen from around Hackney by junkies and bored children. Every where you go here there are bike locks left on poles or just frames of bikes with everything that wasn’t nailed down striped from it. I guess I should feel guilty about buying (what is most likely) a stolen bike, but I was broke at the time and I loves me bike [luvs mi bik].

Decaz in da house

Alex, Declan, white rabbit

Young Declan cursed though town and hung around my place for a couple of weeks on his way to other places. It was refreshing to have Declan around making everything seem easy, playing guitar and singing sad songs. Popped off to Sweden as soon as he could because he absolutely hated it here. Can’t say I blame him since he lost his credit card in a cash point as soon as he got off the plane and spend a week dealing on the phone with English customer service representatives, which is like trying to train a team of sloths to play football.

Erika managed to snag Decaz for some work doing an online shop for a designer jeans label called ‘Evisu’. ‘Tomato’, a well know web design company is biding to redesign the rest of the site so Eir might get her self know in those circles which are pretty ritzy in the multimedia design biz.

The Studio

I’ve started renting a desk in a studio full of artists who go to Central St.Martins. Its above an art gallery and a boutique video store called ‘Today is Boring’. Its actual where Erika used to live. I know all the people who live there and it’s a wonderful atmosphere in which to work and hang around. I hope to do some good work while I’m here.

I rode thought Victoria Park last weekend. It was a clear day and the leaves on the tree are starting to turn orange. I like London best in Autumn. I look forward to running and kicking my way though mountains of brown and gold leaves in Hyde Park.

The cold weather is moving in on London and even the clear days are now chilly. Its fun to wear all the winter clothing. Very dramatic clothing to swagger down the street in. I get the feeling of Europe when I do.

I’ve been quite ill for the last month and since my last contract ended with National Rail I’ve been in bed recovering. This is my excuse for the lack of communicardo. I haven’t had much strength to concentrate with. I seem to be on the mend however and might go on a little holiday somewhere in Europe before it gets too freezing. Young Declan is keen to backpack around Germany and I’d love to see Berlin (particularly East Berlin).

That’s all from me. I hope this finds you well. A golden shower of happiness to rain upon you head a thousand times
Love
Alex

p.s. Very VERY depressed about the election results. I won’t be living in Australia for this next term.

East Timor

On the first weekend here Miriam took me to a sleepy little village called Liquica (Li-kee-sa), west of Dili. Lovely beach there and we were forced to sit on it and drink fresh coconuts that a local guy happened to be harvesting at the time.

VIQUEQUE

The next weekend I went to Viqueque (Vi-kee-kee) on the south side of the island as I was invited to a Uma Lumic (Lit: house holy) that was opening by a guy I’d meet, Josh, who is the prince of that district form what I understand. Miriam stayed in Dili as she had a workshop to do on Saturday and it was a 9 hour journey on way.

To get there we had to go via Boucou (bow-cow) which is about 4 hours east of Dili and then directly south from there over the mountain range that divides the island in half, north from the south. The habitat is much lusher in the south side and the North is much dryer and arid, much like the Australian Northern Territory.

The road was bad for most of the journey and, because we where tiring to make it to a village near Viqueque by 8am we woke at 3am in Boucou for the drive south. By the time we got there we were all stuffed and found out that the ceremony had been postponed 2 days ago till the following weekend. One of the disadvantages of having no phone lines or satellite coverage in the districts.

We went up to see the Uma Lumic anyway, which was on top of a small mountain with great views over the surrounding country side. Some of us ‘malae’ (foreigners) camped on the beach which was beautiful. Having a swim as soon as I got out of the mosquito dome.

MAUBISSE

The following weekend, Miriam was invited to another Uma Lumic by a local member of parliament she had been working with on media law, a Manuel Tillman. This one was in a village, Fatubisse, near Maubisse in the middle of the mountains south of Dili. The road was very windy an the local driver was going as fast as he could, which was only about 40kmph but we all felt queasy in the back seat by the end of it.

We stayed in a nice old Portuguese style hotel up on a panicle surrounded by mountains. It had a beautiful view in all directions and it was quite cool in the evening, which was a pleasant change. The Uma Lumic ceremony was very Christian and a bit dull as a result. I heard later that the one near Viqueque on at the same time was much more lively and festive. It started out with a catholic mass on top of a steep hill overlooking the uma lumic. Again due to every party involved being late it didn’t start until about noon and we all got fried in the sun. Miriam got particularly badly burnt on the shoulders and my bottom lip was in blisters for more than a week afterwards.

The ceremony then proceeded to a Portuguese style grave yard near by all white and aqua blue, where respect was payed to the dead. While we were doing this the old folks of the village where getting warmed up banning drums and gongs, and was a much welcome relief form the morbid Christian part of the proceedings. The crowd, of about two to three hundred attended from the local surroundings, moved back to the village where they were greeted by the elders who where done up in feathers colourful native looking numbers. The little band consisting of two people with one drum and a gong player or two would randomly burst into heavily syncopated noise for a couple of minutes at a time. The elders would dance/float around at this in circles and then stop again with the music. Some sort of handing over chanting was done with Manuel Tillman by the elders and then we all ate, and I mean all. Food, mainly roast cow, but possibly house of buffalo, steamed out continually while we were there. The elders danced on and off with the music which started and stopped every five minutes. This went on till 6am the next morning.

We spent the next day in the hotel recovering form out burning and admiring the view. We hand lunch in Maubisse at a local restaurant (the only restaurant), Mei Gorang (fried noodles) which was pretty good and one of the few dishes available here due to limitations in produce.

Other than that I’ve been hanging in Dili dodging the goats and huge pigs that roam the streets, among other things. Working ion the laptop during the week and meeting Miriam for lunch, mostly Ikan (fish) or Ayam (chicken).

I just got a six week contract to do two hours a week at Miriam’s office mentoring the local guy on network issues. Not much mullah but should cover visa expenses (about a dollar a day).

lots of love

alex