I always loved the night and now you offer me eternal darkness

Some time ago a friend told me that my musical tastes are so weird and disparate that he never knew if I’d like something or not. I don’t think that’s true, I think that my musical tastes are pretty obvious and logical. In fact, I have another friend who always know if I’m gonna like something or not, so I guess that when you don’t understand someone or something is just because you don’t vibrate on the same frequency.

The first mix of this post is something that I did some months ago for MUTEK[ES], RNE3 and Hunger Culture. It was the first time that I did a podcast for a radio show and I did something pretty complex and layered, mostly using experimental music and noise because that is what I listen to most of the time.

The second podcast (it’s not really a mix because the songs are not mixed, just organised) is completely different, it’s something that I did one boring and sad afternoon. The truth is that usually I don’t listen to this kind of music, most of these songs are things that I listened to when I was younger, but when I’m sad or angry I tend to listen to these kind of things. Even this is completely different from the mix that I made for MUTEK[ES], I think that there’re a lot of things in common between this kind of dark love songs and the kind of experimental, abstract and noise music that I listen to nowadays.

Maybe the bridge between both things is Einstürzende Neubauten. I mean, bands like Pan Sonic or labels as Raster-Noton owe both Einstürzende Neubauten and Erkki Kurenniemi. In any case, for me the bridge between rock and electronic music was Nine Inch Nails, that probably is the band that best explains my personal imaginary (at least Pretty Hate Machine, Fixed and The Downward Spiral, I’m not really interested in what they’re doing right now).

Even I guess that I’m quite “dark”, truth is that I’ve never listened to gothic rock, alternative dark rock and the like. I’ve never been a fan of bands like The Cure or Cocteau Twins. When I was a teenager my favourite albums where Dirt by Alice in Chains and Badmotorfinger by Soundgarden, that are really dark and depressive, but not “gothic” at all. In my early twenties my favourite albums where To Bring You My Love by P.J. Harvey, Let Love In by Nick Cave and Pretty Hate Machine, Fixed and The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails. Then I started to listen to more experimental things, mainly noise and electronic music, and nowadays I can’t stand most things with “real” instruments or lyrics.

I think that at some point I started to find sound more interesting than music, and I started to think that music is the capitalist organisation of noise. So now I hate music – fuck music, bring me the noise.

That said, I must confess that I can’t listen to Depeche Mode without crying because it reminds me of someone (“I always loved the night and now you offer me eternal darkness”), that I love Dead Man’s Bones (“The smell of my breath from the blood in your neck”), and that I like some George Michael songs (“But Wednesday was the best day, because on Wednesday night we made love”). I’m human and I have my contradictions…

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Alone as I’ve always been everywhere

“I am alone, sitting facing the grey expanse of the shifting sea… I am alone… alone as I’ve always been everywhere, as I’ll always be throughout this seductive and deceptive universe… alone, with a whole world of dashed hopes, disappointment and disillusion behind me, and of memories that grow daily more distant, almost losing all reality.

I am alone, and I dream…”

The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt.

Intimacy has a way of breeding silence

“The truth was she did not want intimacy; she wanted conversation. Intimacy has a way of breeding silence, and silence she abhorred.”

Portrait of a Londoner, Virginia Woolf.

Voir, à côté du visible, également l’invisible


Found at Der Spaziergang.

It is like a sound which belongs to the extensive machinery

“In all the larger Spanish cafés, there sits the whole evening a man with a guitar, playing one piece of music after the other, but no one seems to notice him; it is like a sound which belongs to the extensive machinery” [written in Barcelona in 1862].

In Spain, Hans Christian Andersen.

Weirdly enough, in the Spanish translation of the book by Alianza Editorial the man doesn’t play a guitar, he plays a piano! I’ve search the original text in Danish and it says piano, so this English translation from the 1900s is not very good. However, the Spanish translation changes the “machinery” phrase for just “it is pure background music” and that’s bad too.

The confusions of free will without a clear destination

“Many who’ve written about mazes and labyrinths distinguish between the two of them. Mazes, including most garden mazes, have many branchings and are made to perplex those who enter, whereas a labyrinth has only one route, and anyone who stays with it can find the paradise of the center and retrace the route to the exit. Another metaphorical moral seems built into these two structures, for the maze offers the confusions of free will without a clear destination, the labyrinth an inflexible route to salvation.”

Wanderlust: A History of Walking, Rebecca Solnit.

Caminar

Hace tiempo que pensaba que debería hacerme un blog sobre caminar, psicogeografía y similares. Terminé montándolo hace unos días al hilo de leer Sendas de Oku, y aprovechando que últimamente tengo mucho tiempo libre y muy poco dinero, que básicamente es lo que pasa cuando llevas meses prácticamente sin trabajo. Además, dicen que caminar ayuda a aclarar las ideas y a tomar decisiones (solvitur ambulando), ya veremos si es cierto…

Caminar

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