songofcopper: (Zzzzzzzappa)
Well, now. My Temples Festival Experience. It was by no means the experience I expected. And you might think, reading the details, that I’d be disappointed. And yet, somehow, I’m feeling positive. Thankful, even. This may be considered strange… but I’m ok with that. Wherever I go in this world I’m a bemused foreigner, a Culture Of One (even in what looks like my own milieu). As long as this is expressed gently and positively, it is no disadvantage.

Visitations )
songofcopper: (le pop a part)
Yes, absolutely ‘in Concert’: together, in unison, in symbiosis. I am not objective about Magma; this is not really a ‘concert review’, more like a thoroughly subjective, highly indulgent account of An Experience. There, consider yerself Warned.

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Your Interplanetary Alchemist Prince, Reporting From The Field )
songofcopper: (peter hammill)
It's very unusual for me to go so often to concerts as I have in recent months. The reason for this is tripartite - first, I live in rural seclusion and quixotically combine distance-from-cities with reliance-on-trains. (I'm a whimsical so-and-so.) Second, I'm picky about music. Only a very few things really please me, or please me well enough to send me out-of-doors after dark to stand-or-sit in a room with 'em. Thirdly, the musical personages I do like are often (a) semi-retired, (b) permanently retired to the Sussex Downs or (c) irrevocably retired to the Next Life. This makes that rare beast the concert-I-want-to-go-to a Special Occasion indeed.

I wasn't sure when I started listening to Van der Graaf Generator whether I'd get an opportunity to hear them (or just Mr Hammill) play live. They had done the whole getting-back-together thing in triumphant fashion, even weathering a personnel change and sending out new albums into the aether - pretty well-received new albums, too (haven't heard these yet myself, but people seem to like 'em), which is quite unusual amongst reconstituted prog rock* formations.

A Joyful Noise )

What Cosmé Did

Monday, 20 May 2013 19:13
songofcopper: (Prince Stash Klossowski de Rola)
[I have Been Away - bodily, I mean, not in the Jeffrey Bernard sense (oh, no, he tended to be unwell, didn't he, not away... still, you get the idea...) - and before that, there were Entirenet issues to contend with. So I feel sure I need to catch up on commenting &c. I shall go to it with a will, but while it is fresh in my mind, here is an account of my weekendly doings... It is LONG, but let me not make it longer still by apologising for my verbosity.]

I went to London this weekend just gone, to see the Residents in concert at the Barbican. Originally I had intended to be frugal and go by cheap coach - I even bought the tickets - but eventually I realised that nobody deserves to be stuck for four hours in that kind of predicament, and bought train tickets after all. In another Universe, I suppose I endured the coach - and it must have done my soul the power of good, because meanwhile, in this Universe, A Pleasant Time Was Had By All. (Y'know, it's an arresting thought. Can you believe simultaneously in the Many Worlds hypothesis AND the Soul? How does that work? Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt this performance and beg to enquire if there is a Jesuit in the house...)

ANYWAY, the foregoing is not Germane To The Matter In Hand, so I'll put it in the Tray Marked Pending. (All brains must have a Tray Marked Pending, and ideally a Circular File, too.) And having done that, let's get on with it, shall we...?

My state of mind before embarking on this venture was much enlivened by having found this picture:

Cosmé is offered gallantry and accepts it )
What Would Cesare Do? Cosmé sez Confess! )
Do Freemasons eat sushi? )
Musical Interlude With Vitiligo Heart )
Stick A Hat On It - and have a bowl of coffee )
Cometh the hour, Cosmé the confused )
What Charlie Mortdecai Would Do With A Befouled Sandwich )
Monastic Ambience Gained )

And that brings us (I can tell you're glad) to those welcome words: The End.
songofcopper: (Demetrio Stratos.  Oh yes.)
Sometimes, beauty irritates me. I mean the cheaply-handsome, symmetrical, inborn kind of beauty - flawless skin on a young face, native perfection. It is subtly annoying, like a too-clean house. (Unfair of me to feel this way, I know; intolerant. Call it a dietary caprice if you will - like to unnecessary refusal of dairy for reasons of the mildest digestive discomfort. Perhaps I should put up with it - suffer nobly!! On the other hand, to assume a noble pose is an indulgence too far, even for me.)

All my life I've been suspicious of that which is too easy to love. Things obviously-pleasant seem to stick in my throat, somehow. Odd, really, considering how Effort remains a foreign concept in most regions of my being. It's as if the first muscle I deign to exercise is my heart. It can't love what it needn't try to love, and in desiring to try it succeeds.

It also cannot love what does not reward its trying. You will never see me dance attendance on indifference.

The foregoing only goes to prove that Your Correspondent was not fitted for a diet of sugared comfits and anodyne harmonies, served on plastic platters at dainty arm's length. I'll take instead the scouring jagged savoury stew served up by The Magic Band. I put off until rather late the decision to go and see them in Bristol on Monday, and for some reason I still don't feel 100% after the rigours of travel etc., but it was a good decision indeed.

Drool-flecked blitherage & conceited muso-burble )
songofcopper: (magma lava)
Here are some photos from 13th February!
Ikonographie... )
songofcopper: (magma lava)
Here are some photos from 13th February!
Ikonographie... )
songofcopper: (le pop a part)
I’ll sequester this fan-drivel under a cosy LJ-cut to spare your eyes!

Roll of honour... )
songofcopper: (le pop a part)
I’ll sequester this fan-drivel under a cosy LJ-cut to spare your eyes!

Roll of honour... )
songofcopper: (zeuhl kadett)
After that onslaught of Blitzfunk bombast, and an interval, it was time for Magma!  I must note here that the interval was made memorable on the 13th by the inevitable visit to the Ladies’, where I discovered one of the benefits of being a girl at a progressive rock concert: hardly any queue for the loos.  In fact, in a classic demonstration of Parisian impatience and bravado, some of the men were using the Ladies’.  Two of them conversed with me in French, although I’m sorry to say it was not a thrilling exchange of witty toilet-related repartee: one of them took it upon himself to justify his presence in the feminine holy of holies; the other chivalrously allowed me to go ahead of him in the queue.

After I’d got back to my seat in the auditorium, my shy next-neighbour reappeared with the results of a shopping expedition: a Zeuhl pendant, which he put on in readiness for la séance; and the ‘Studio Zünd’ box set.  I silently wished him ‘happy listening’.

(On the 14th, during the interval, I found myself in the slightly undignified position of sitting there in my Magma finery, eating a Magnum ice-cream-on-a-stick.  The uncomfortable thought flashed through my mind that was I not, as I sat there, bedizened with Zeuhl Griffes and attempting not to get chocolate down my décolletage, the very incarnation of a teen-aged music snob’s wet dream?!  For some moments I felt extremely self-conscious!  Look, just you try and eat one of those things politely without inadvertently re-enacting a Cadbury’s Flake ad…)

Ok, enough twittering - here's where we get Serious. )
songofcopper: (zeuhl kadett)
After that onslaught of Blitzfunk bombast, and an interval, it was time for Magma!  I must note here that the interval was made memorable on the 13th by the inevitable visit to the Ladies’, where I discovered one of the benefits of being a girl at a progressive rock concert: hardly any queue for the loos.  In fact, in a classic demonstration of Parisian impatience and bravado, some of the men were using the Ladies’.  Two of them conversed with me in French, although I’m sorry to say it was not a thrilling exchange of witty toilet-related repartee: one of them took it upon himself to justify his presence in the feminine holy of holies; the other chivalrously allowed me to go ahead of him in the queue.

After I’d got back to my seat in the auditorium, my shy next-neighbour reappeared with the results of a shopping expedition: a Zeuhl pendant, which he put on in readiness for la séance; and the ‘Studio Zünd’ box set.  I silently wished him ‘happy listening’.

(On the 14th, during the interval, I found myself in the slightly undignified position of sitting there in my Magma finery, eating a Magnum ice-cream-on-a-stick.  The uncomfortable thought flashed through my mind that was I not, as I sat there, bedizened with Zeuhl Griffes and attempting not to get chocolate down my décolletage, the very incarnation of a teen-aged music snob’s wet dream?!  For some moments I felt extremely self-conscious!  Look, just you try and eat one of those things politely without inadvertently re-enacting a Cadbury’s Flake ad…)

Ok, enough twittering - here's where we get Serious. )
songofcopper: (wurdah itah)
First we were treated to a performance of Jannick Top’s ‘Infernal Machina’ (the title of which gives me an instant mental image of a demonically-possessed vacuum cleaner! Sorry…). Now, you’ll have to forgive me for saying this, but I tend to feel that Jannick only really has one tune in him, and that tune (if ‘tune’ is even the right word…) is ‘De Futura’. Let’s just say that ‘Infernal Machina’ induces a certain feeling of… how can I put this… déjà entendu! Not only does ‘De Futura’ get a bit of a reprise, there are also quotations from other Magma pieces in there. That’s not to say that it’s not worth listening to, but it has this inescapable aroma of ‘Zeuhl Greatest Hits Medley’, if such a concept is humanly possible! (Imagine an unholy alliance between Wahrgenuhr Reugëhlëm /ëstëh and Jive Bunny…) I am happy to say, however, that it was much more enjoyable live than it is on the CD.

Blitzfunk Bombast!! )
songofcopper: (wurdah itah)
First we were treated to a performance of Jannick Top’s ‘Infernal Machina’ (the title of which gives me an instant mental image of a demonically-possessed vacuum cleaner! Sorry…). Now, you’ll have to forgive me for saying this, but I tend to feel that Jannick only really has one tune in him, and that tune (if ‘tune’ is even the right word…) is ‘De Futura’. Let’s just say that ‘Infernal Machina’ induces a certain feeling of… how can I put this… déjà entendu! Not only does ‘De Futura’ get a bit of a reprise, there are also quotations from other Magma pieces in there. That’s not to say that it’s not worth listening to, but it has this inescapable aroma of ‘Zeuhl Greatest Hits Medley’, if such a concept is humanly possible! (Imagine an unholy alliance between Wahrgenuhr Reugëhlëm /ëstëh and Jive Bunny…) I am happy to say, however, that it was much more enjoyable live than it is on the CD.

Blitzfunk Bombast!! )
songofcopper: (Zebehn)
Well now, enough rambling.  On with a proper account of the concerts themselves.  Can I just say to anyone reading this who has seen Magma fifty-three times and is used to the experience and can view such performances with a more detached, critical eye… it was my first time. ^_^  Please, therefore, excuse any excess of superlatives.

Three 40th Anniversary concerts were scheduled to take place – I couldn’t make the first one on the 12th, but I absolutely had to be there for the second and last!  The set list was exactly the same both nights, so I won’t repeat myself by doing two separate reviews: instead I’ll just concentrate on the actual pieces played, with the occasional aside re. the specifics on particular nights.

Marvellous Magmatic Minutiae )
songofcopper: (Zebehn)
Well now, enough rambling.  On with a proper account of the concerts themselves.  Can I just say to anyone reading this who has seen Magma fifty-three times and is used to the experience and can view such performances with a more detached, critical eye… it was my first time. ^_^  Please, therefore, excuse any excess of superlatives.

Three 40th Anniversary concerts were scheduled to take place – I couldn’t make the first one on the 12th, but I absolutely had to be there for the second and last!  The set list was exactly the same both nights, so I won’t repeat myself by doing two separate reviews: instead I’ll just concentrate on the actual pieces played, with the occasional aside re. the specifics on particular nights.

Marvellous Magmatic Minutiae )
songofcopper: (zeuhl kadett)
Declaration/Warning: I am an unashamed, unapologetic MAGMA FREAK.  I completely LOVE this music… on practically every level.  For me, it’s the most exciting, rousing, beautiful and – yes, really – moving, uplifting, occasionally transcendent, even spiritual, music I’ve ever heard.  You wouldn’t want to read a lengthy analysis of why it makes me feel so strongly, and why it became, within seconds of my first hearing it, such an important accompaniment to my life, so I won’t inflict that on you.

Instead, I'll inflict this rrrrramblement! )
songofcopper: (zeuhl kadett)
Declaration/Warning: I am an unashamed, unapologetic MAGMA FREAK.  I completely LOVE this music… on practically every level.  For me, it’s the most exciting, rousing, beautiful and – yes, really – moving, uplifting, occasionally transcendent, even spiritual, music I’ve ever heard.  You wouldn’t want to read a lengthy analysis of why it makes me feel so strongly, and why it became, within seconds of my first hearing it, such an important accompaniment to my life, so I won’t inflict that on you.

Instead, I'll inflict this rrrrramblement! )
songofcopper: (magritte)
Part two?  There’s a part two, I hear you groan?!  Well, yes.  Pin back your weary eyelids and read on…

In this life, there are two kinds of people.  There are people like me, who would rather eat dirt than make smalltalk at bus stops; and people like the acquaintance who came to the gig with me – who never seem to run out of stuff to say.  Let me expand on this dichotomy!  There are people like me who get stuck after the preliminary ‘Er’ and ‘Um’ when it comes to conversing with well-known musicians.  And then there are people like my companion, who HAVE NO SHAME.  Well, I’m rather glad that not everyone is as polite and backward-in-coming-forward as I am – I would have missed out on a most interesting conversation otherwise!

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