It feels like this post needs a little preamble. I started writing this post in the very early days of 2019, but for a number of reasons and a series of interruptions it took me quite a while to finish. This is going quite a bit against my intentions concerning this blog and these Recent Exploits posts, and the challenge will be to learn ways to be more productive and write more effortless. I hope this will be an exciting undertaking and result in content people will enjoy to read. Events that have transpired in the meanwhile will feature in the next post which, hopefully, will be coming about a bit more swiftly.
We’re well into the new year, without me having indulged into any New Years post… The following deals with last year, actually, but I am not about to embark on a a full recount of the bygone year – you can get a decent overview of my 2018 hijinks by reading through previous posts, unsystematic as that may be – but merely at the most recent items of noteworthyness… and only those, that took place since the last post in early November. Believe me, it wasn’t supposed to take that long….
It’s already November, dark times are upon us. The Light is Leaving us All, the new album by Current 93 (check out the MV for Bright Dead Star here), one of my all time favourite bands, suits the mood and topic well. After a few listens I’m tempted to call it a return to form. While that would be a somewhat inaccurate statement for a number of reasons, mostly for the fact that it’s almost impossible to identify what “form” means for a group with such a diverse output over the years, but also because while there have certainly been weaker and stronger albums, some I like more and some I’m not as keen on, it would be wrong to say that David Tibet and whoever joined him in the various incarnations of Current 93 were “out of form” at any time recently. But what I mean is, that this new album pleasurably connects with what is not only my personal favourite era but is widely considered among fans and critics as their finest period, that string of seminal albums from the 1990s, from Thunder Perfect Mind through to The Inmost Light Trilogy and on to Soft Black Stars and the brilliant Sleep has his House. Gone are, again, the rock influences, drums and distorted guitars or industrial (dancefloor?) drums that imprinted much of Black Ships at the Sky and Aleph at Hallucinatory Mountain and beyond. And yet this is no step back: all the familiar elements are there, the wheel hasn’t been reinvented, but has gained a new spoke here and there and new grip and it securely travels its path through an alternate English pastoral. While more opulent in both music/sound and also lyrically, in a way it reminds me most of Of Ruine and Some Blazing Starre… which, in my book is their best album.
It was, hence, a great treat to get to see Current 93 see perform the album as well as a selection of other tracks on my recent birthday at the Shepherds Bush Empire. With special guest Nurse With Wound, the group of long standing Tibet collaborator Steven Stapleton. Sadly I missed some of the beginning of their set, but the bits I heard were rather decent. If, at that, maybe not quite loud enough. (I can hear in my mind, as I write this, my mother protesting: “Does everything have to be so loud?!”… alas. Not everything, no… and really, it wasn’t loud at all. That’s why I wanted louder… but let’s not indulge in this interjection any longer!)
After a short interlude ,spent on a pilgrimage to the merch table and then the bar Tibet & company took to the stage.
I must admit that I was slightly apprehensive and not sure what to expect, after I had left the previous concert of theirs, and also my first, which I had attended some years ago slightly underwhelmed and disappointed. Not so this time. Despite not having listened to the album before I quite enjoyed hearing it for the first time played live. Accompanied by subtle, minimalist projections which I, not generally a big fan of visuals, found nicely contributed to the mood. After a short break they played a few more songs, with Niemandswasser off Sleep has his House and All the World makes Great Blood from Of Ruine or Some Blazing Starre being the highlights of the set for me.
A great history of Current 93, Nurse With Wound and another favourite group of mine, Coil can be found in the form of England’s Hidden Reverse.
A few days later, on the 23rd, another London year had passed, making it 6 years since I took that fateful flight and started my life in a foreign land, in a foreign town. It might be worth to write a reflection on this at some point, if I can find the time and willpower. I won’t go into any detail here, because there’s still a lot to write about in this post. I’m just going to say that things took a different turn to what I had planned or expected, but by and large I’d say better:
Also I became a Zen Buddhist (or Zen practitioner as I prefer to say… but, as I read in a pretty solid argument, that’s splitting hair. Or rather, and I quote: “‘Buddhist’ just points to a practice Not a definition of identity”) This was from the appendix to Susan Blackmore’s Zen and the Art Of Consciousness where her Zen Master John Crook points this out in response to her remarks on the topic of practising Zen without affiliation to (a) religion.
(As an aside: I found myself rather amused at John’s quib: “It is easy to pass through the eye of a needle but difficult to pass the knee of an idol.”)
I’m myself not outrageously religious myself – ironically I harboured the strongest beliefs during the times I identified as a Militant Atheist- but my usual avoidance of straight out calling myself a Buddhist stem from my awareness that I know very little about Buddhism and the teachings of the Buddha as well as the fact that in many aspects I hardly live a life in tune with the precepts.
Zen is, of course, quite fundamentally different to most other forms of Buddhism, although what exactly it is I still haven’t fully grasped. I get some of the basics, sure. And I’ve read books, listened to talks, formed some ideas (should I be forming ideas? Isn’t form emptiness? Aren’t ideas part of the very intellectualising that bars the way to intuitive insight?) and by now sat through many hours of Zazen – or meditation. I’ve got a Zenbook, I named this blog for a pun that refers to it but AM I Zen? (Heavens! Nope, I’m not! But I keep practising…)
And that’s why saying “I practise Zen” rather than “I’m a Zen Buddhist seems to me more truthful and not so much a matter of splitting hair… Maybe in a few years time, or after sudden, unexpected Satori I may update that description…
Fitting my three year anniversary of first stepping into the dojo and sitting down for meditation, on October 1st, I recently not only read the above mentioned Susan Blackmore book but am, at the moment, also about to finish D.T. Suzuki’s extensive and quite scholarly Zen and Japanese culture. In it, after a concise introduction to Zen, he looks at the influence Zen and the Zen monks and masters have had Japanese culture. Somewhat in general, but mostly focusing on certain aspects such as swordsmanship, Haikus, the Art of Tea, etc. While at times highly specific, I found it a very interesting and insightful text and definitely learned a lot about Zen from it which I might not have picked up from books written about it more directly. Not saying that there aren’t those, and among those plenty worthy of reading, as well. But, of course, it’s also not just about Zen why I read the book. As I delve deeper into my fascination for those islands on the Pacific rim (yes, I’m still slowly learning the language), expanding beyond Idol Pop – although the current daily Facebook “on location” updates from the folks who run the alt.idol podcast make it easy to ……. – looking to learn more about its (traditional) culture and history, this treatise seems a worthwhile angle.
While I’m with a group that follows the Soto school of Zen, as founded by Dogen, D.T. Suzuki himself is Rinzai Zen, the other big school. Likewise a disciple of Rinzai was the man most instrumental (besides Kerouac maybe) in kindling my interest in this eastern spiritual discipline, a certain Leonard Cohen who sadly passed away on November 7th two years ago, about a month after releasing his last album, titled – fitting to our current topic – “You want it Darker”. In one of those meaningful coincidences I happened to listen again to his I’m your Man album on the day of this anniversary, only realizing the significance of the date on the next day. I’ve been reading on and off in his recently, posthumously published collection of poems and other writings The Flame, a testament to a true master of easygoing profundity… Sadly I never managed to attend one of his concerts. Which is why these days I’m more inclined to go and see concerts, trying to strike a good balance between carpe diem and FoMo…
Which takes us to the next concert to write about:
‘Twas on all Hallow’s Eve aka Samhain – quite fitting and, I have little doubt, not by coincidence- that giants (pun very much intended) of 80s Goth Fields of the Nephilim stepped into the dry-ice mist copiously poured out across the stage of Shepherds Bush Empire. Playing a set consisting of songs from their first two album, the non-album single and cult hit Psychonaut and two newer songs as encore, the band which these days only counts original members Carl McCoy & Tony Petit in their ranks delivered admirably. The audience quite homogeneously clad in Fields…, some Sisters of Mercy and a few Bauhaus T-Shirts (no others were spotted in statistically significant numbers), many also dressed in reference to the band’s trademark spaghetti western look – man did I stand out sporting a Maison Book Girl T – took it all in with pleasure and thanked with plentiful applause. Compared to when I last saw them at the O2 Islington a few years ago, they were in great form and the venue sound was not too shabby either. From the travellers of inner realms (Psychonaut) to wayfarers of the cosmic expanses it is sometimes but a mere step, especially when Japanese spacerock legends Acid Mothers Temple and the Melting Paraiso U.F.O. play three nights later in the same town. One of those bands quite randomly discovered on the net – via their Pataphysical Freakout MU! album – a couple of years ago in the halcyon days of soulseek, and despite never on heavy rotation always on my radar, I had missed at least one if not two chances to see them when I was still living in Vienna. And almost missed this chance also as, once again only random brought their London gig to my attention. Random, of course, is a strong force and the art of creating meaning from random and coincidence and by these means effect change, on a personal, societal or even cultural level, seems to me the purest form of magic. Jung, pardon me returning to the topic – although I shall not expand on it here, I’ve previously pondered this – was onto something with his idea of synchronicity. I would like to see that idea collide with Luhman’s Systemtheorie, see what emergence that would foster.
But back to Acid Mothers Temple/Outer space. A very enjoyable show. Psychedelic, at times bordering on disco… quite cosmic (or should that be “Kosmisch”?). As for cosmic, in a different context: Oumuamua is making headlines again, as a new paper questions whether it may be an artificial object. The details are out there (on the web, I mean), so I won’t go into those. But do we need to wonder about possible consequences of Earth having been visited by an alien probe? It made me think of the Three Body Problem Trilogy by Cixin Liu which I recently read, and which paints contact with alien civilisations in a less than desirable light (all hard Sci-Fi, though, so no simple “attack of the monsters” plot!). I found the Dark Forest theory, as presented in the second book (of the same name) a rather sobering thought, since it basically said the only way for a civilisation to survive in the universe is to make sure it isn’t detected by another civilisation. A constant threat of mutual destruction, rather than the cargo-cult idea of advanced civilisations arriving to bring peace and prosperity, so popular in Science Fiction and beyond. If both these things, the Dark Forest theory and Oumuamua being an alien probe were to turn out to be true, then even darker times than a November in London might be upon us…
But let’s not dwell on that thought! It ain’t over till it’s over!
As is tradition, find below a few pictures – this time mostly from mentioned gigs & autumnal London:
It was a foggy London morning I stepped into six years ago on the 23rd of October, having just gotten off the Bus from Stansted and ready to start my life in London. A lot of things have happened since then and a lot haven’t.*
A short preamble: Once again it’s taken far too long… hence it’s hardly a weekly review. As this seems to be how these posts work I found the new title more appropriate: It better describes what I’m writing about and gets rid of counterproductive temporary constraints. It is, of course, also a nod to one of my greatest teachers, the inimitable (and rather fictional) Dr. Faustroll, founder of the science of ‘pataphysics.
As always, I hope you enjoy my ramblings:
Autumn has always been my favourite season. It may be, because of childhood priming based around my October birthday. It may be for other reasons. Maybe it’s that purported Austrian morbidness, a pleasure of watching nature get ready for the death of Winter. All, of course, ideally while sitting cuddled up in man-made warmth as rain and wind create a Ganzfeld effect conducive soundtrack. And that’s pretty much how it is on this first day of Autumn 2018 as I’m – finally – setting out to writing this long overdue post, looking back on much more than the events of one week, while listening to some music I haven’t put on in aeons.
“It’s funny, you live in the universe, but you never get to do these things until someone comes to visit.“ sez Dr. Zoidberg in Futurama‘s “I Dated a Robot” episode (S03E01) when Fry suggest to go see the Edge of the Universe.
I didn’t visit the edge of the Universe this bygone week, no at least not that I’m aware of, but Zoidberg’s bonmot rings true on a – pardon – more universal level and thus equally applies to London. Where, thanks to a friend from way back visiting, I got to see places and things (& the inevitable people that go with them) that I hadn’t visited in years. Or never even been to at all. So it goes. That visit from my friend, btw., shall serve as excuse for this being another one of those bi-weekly rather than weekly posts. I got started early enough, but the distractions of old acquaintances not forgot, all crammed into the tiny spaces of a London flat, as well as the streets of – and tunnels under the city – and some of it’s meadows green proved too much distraction and provided not enough contemplative alone time for the ponderings that bring forth these wild-waters & sometimes (read: more often) puddles, which we call stream of consciousness, that end up filling the hypertext pages of this here blog. Back to those waters:
Well…, This is indeed the 10th post of this series. And it is morphing. From what was originally intended to be a Sunday evening write-up and review of the previous week, we currently seem to be moving to a post that get’s published a day or two (or more) after the date in its title. But let that, for now, not cause our hearts to sink but vialiantly… ah, I got nothing. Who cares anyway. Not many, I know. I have web-stats activated. But that’s fine. I’m doing this for myself. I’m happy to share and excited if others find my waffling interesting. But I don’t worry about whether I get enough page hits. I used to. On my first website I had one of those counters. As you did in those days. And some pages, to my amusement, still do. Sure, more page views must mean better content… So, of course, I hit refresh a ton of times to drive up that counter.
After all, they say there is power in numbers. That is, of course, usually understood that many people stand a better chance against an enemy, than few. But there are also powers – or meanings (will & imagination) associated with numbers. Think 666. Or 93 (if you’re aThelemite you will now!). Personally I like to sit on seat 23C when flying and use gate #42 wherever possible on London tube stations… These are small numbers… Let’s look at a larger one: 16.000
I am, of course, aware that very little of what happens in an average week of mine is of fundamental significance to life, the universe and everything. Which takes a great load of responsibility of my shoulder – well, more precisely that load was never placed there to begin with. Either way, for the practicalities of writing these weekly (ahem) blog posts, it means that there is little to no need to fret a lot if a week does not get featured here. As for that recent week that wasn’t (In case you even noticed) – let’s blame the heatwave. And work. And now, let’s get on with things. After all, the weather finally cooled down a bit.