Category Archives: concerts past present and future

The last Ten Days in the US.

The book is finished. It feels like papers and sketches on a desk, somewhere in a corner of my mind, have been sorted out and put in perspective – curtains open, new clothes to wear, now I am ready to go on. Almost. I have still a few days to go at the Chalk Hill Residency. I will record some of the sounds I have heard, and walk some trails I have seen, and better not think how I will miss this all.

Monday 11. March, I will get back moving, a series of performances, a talk lay ahead of me.

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10. March 1.30 pm ( pacific time) presentation/talk/mini-concert with special appearance by The Artistocatz at Warnecke Ranch, Sonoma County. Live transmission via Radio On
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11. March, Brutal Sound Effects Festival #73 The Lab, San Francisco, U.S.A.

12. March, The Uptown Nightclub, Oakland, U.S.A.

13. March, Composer Spotlight, Jack Straw Productions, Seattle, U.S.A. (talk)

14. March, Chapel Performance Space,Wayward Music Series,  Seattle, U.S.A.

15. March, Record Room, Portland, U.S.A.

17. March, “50 Years of Cassettes” , Silent Barn , New York, U.S.A.

18. March, Spectrum, New York, U.S.A. duo with Andrea Parkins

All this is not possible without the help of friends.

Thanks for passing by.

First Autumn Leaves

Tweets from my tour, that took me from Montreal to Troy (NY), Hudson (NY), Allentown  (PA). Washinton DC to New York.

-No tweets, but very fond memories of Allentown and a visit to the woods of Pennsylvania and Bethlehem, though-

Montreal: A first day of battling with time and enduring daylight & a day of rain. Now ready to bike out and zigzag the check board streets.

Houses in Montreal look all strikingly the same in their diversity. Thought of a collection of post stamps: same image in different colours.

Sunlight, trees & shadowplay in the street, new store fronts, fragment of french language, bicycle ride, riverside, metabolist architecture

Long bridge,turn to the park, mysterious rumble in my headphones, riverside & city view, then this 1967`s naiv optimism
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Habitat 67, a rubik`s cube in a b-movie, expanded, without the colours: I get of my bike and walk, stare, enter “residents only,” hi guard!

On a 9km/hour bike (20cm below my size): enter the fairy tale railway station with the phantom hall, where no-one leaves and no-one arrives.

Old canals, 1970`s concrete bridge walking the waste land, polished bicycle lanes and refurnished factory buildings, green mountain, clouds.

Which all means that I start to get a feel for Montreal,growing curiosity for Canada and its enormous distances,thanks to a greatlittlehost!

6$ to get into the USA made customs routines look like a theatre piece with audience participation. I wonder, who got the door money though.

BUT: The train ride, a continuous monumentum to travelling by foot, horse or carriage, and at that speed we moved along the lake, its birds.

Mohawk river, third and fourth branch, Peebles Island (formerly known as Hoppe and Haver island) view on Cohoes (formerly known as Kahoos).

Walk around that island & record leaves moved by the wind, far industrial & traffic rumble: following fourhundred year old Dutch foot steps.

Suddenly, while admiring the view and getting ready for recording, I heard “HO.”Half a second later a golf ball landed at 70cm from my head.

Yesterday evening. Performed in bookstore that had a bar and a selection of local beer: wood, covers, stools, chairs. Wonderful combination!

But pumpkin beer? I had a sip of it, ’twas like Christmas speculatious cookies. I left it to that one.Two pints would have changed my life.

A wonderful living in slow motion two hours moment while the train moved along the river Hudson, its green hills, the reflection of the sun

Waiting to leave the web and go into town, to find our way to the island just in front of The Watergate Hotel.. to add yet another sediment.

Washington DC, walk around H & 13th just to see the houses people live in; notice that all the houses escaped from a near death experience.

Notable, only one idiot had his USA flag erected, which gave me a short punk retro flash, imagining to hold the flame of a lighter under it.

With Emmanuel Rebus on H Street a short moment before he got to eat the worst taco in the world, with half frozen meat. pic.twitter.com/7s8GvXyy

Driving into New York on something95 from south is eh…well:buildings famous buildings, high low towering blocking, Hudson Brooklyn Bridge!

My obligatory day of rain in New York. A marathon walk with @diktat_us around Williamsburg started with a dry performance in Askhenazyville.

Coffee around the corner, in a few square meters store, with milk; but not as creamy as the new york accent of the elderly man who sold it,

Coney Island yesterday: ocean without horizon, fog horns, boardwalk talks, identical Jewish families with their offspring, beach, recording

A bloody tourist today I walked around Chinatown (never go into Chinatown when hungry) rermembered Penguin pocket Breakfast at Tiffany in fr

ont of Tiffany’s. Wondered why the hell this country is so air-conditioned, because the sound of it is louder then traffic, caught a glimpse

of Brooklyn Bridge at the end of the streets and thought of Woody Allen’s ‘Manhattan,’ continued to ex WTC area for some real hard core tour

ism. Noticed there is nothing special about it – just a construction site, where the highest building points at the clouds- walked Broadway

, entered Chinatown again and bought a favourite cassette for one dollar, postcards, stamps, continued for Little Italy, loads of restaurant

and tourist shops next to each other, then forgot to buy a kosher cookie in a corner store near the Bowery, then picked up my suitcase and h

eaded for Brooklyn, pushing new suitcase along. Then coffee, freshly brewed in the little shop around the corner. Here? Banjo, Snare, Songs.

Eyes heavy with 6 time zones, shuttering, as if light is too sharp; close and see New York skyline from Wiliamsburg Bridge again, clear sky.

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Watergate

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Watergate, Richard Nixon, a burglary at night, tapes, The Washington Post, Deep Throat and then the movie All the Presidents Men with Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford which resulted in a breakthrough for those two actors, but also for investigative journalism.

Normally Diktat doesn’t choose on forehand where to set up for the outdoor guerilla recordings. The Watergate Hotel however was a must do location. We were lucky to arrive on a sun splattered day and find the hotel closed for reconstruction. Undisturbed, observed by surveillance camera’s we performed under the dragonfly wing at the entrance of the hotel.

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Read See Hear

An Inside Job

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A moment from Diktat’s performance at Sonic Circuits Festival, Atlas Performing Arts Center on H street in Washington DC. Picture, courtesy of Chester Hawkins (aka Blue Sausage Infant).

D I K T A T in the New World of Love

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September 26th – October 3rd 2012, D I K T A T will be performing – inside/outside – in Allentown, Washington & New York, meanwhile recording material for a limited edition documentary pocket tape audiozine cassette-only release on STAALTAPE.

We will use the proceedings of this ‘live inside/outside Berlin’ digital album release to cover the costs of the band’s stay in the US: car rental, gasoline, toll, parking tickets, (for me please no) hamburgers, beer, batteries et cetera…

Needless to say that any amount will earn you a cheer; throw in €15 or more, and we’ll send you a copy of the Diktat overseas STAALTAPE release for *free*, as soon as it is available. (Also: in case of more than twenty tape-meriting donations, the cassette will NOT go on sale. It’ll be produced for your ears only …)

BUY D I K T A T

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The seven tracks on this album were recorded live (inside/outside) in Berlin, Germany, between July 17th and 19th, 2011. Edited by Har$.

IN-sides: Ausland (7/17), Staalplaat (7/18), Sucked Orange (7/19)
OUT-sides: Tempelhof (7/19), Lohmühlenbrücke (7/18), Rütlistraße (7/18), Wachturm (7/18).

Read and see more Diktat outside/inside the Manufactured Normalcy Field
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credits
released 10 August 2012
Jean Bordé (double bass), Emmanuel Rébus (dictaphones), Rinus van Alebeek (dictaphones), Harold Schellinx (dictaphones).

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Viva Diktat

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The Book of Voices – 2

Cassettes I selected for my Winter Tour.

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The Book of Voices – 1

Cassettes I selected for my Winter Tour

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DKFRF – The Festival that never will be

Daydreams blur the borders of reality, change our surrounding world into a kind of wonderland. Recently I went to visit my own festival, a festival that never will be. Famous and not so famous architects talked about the drone of big city’s or how the city sounds bounce back from the hills of Rio de Janeiro and thus create this wild jumpy rhythm. Shanty towns are so chaotically laid out that spiraling melodies seem a very natural musical reproduction of this structure. We would hear in sound and word how big buildings not only produce but also direct and transform the traffic noises. A modern day city dweller would feel lost in a silent town. City noises create their own dynamics, and contribute to development of new ways of thinking.

Also scientists would be there to tell us that communication between plants is based on sound. We would hear those sonic impulses from the micro world, and learn that also we, speaking our languages, use the bare sound of it to communicate, that it doesn’t come down to words alone.

Ach, long distance communication between whales, navigation systems from the birds, the love call of snails, chaos theory and the buzzes of domestic flies, cosmic winds, tectonian moves, vulcanoes, tornadoes and crickets on a hot summer day, suddenly every visitor and participant alike would find pleasure in anecdotes about things they had heard and could not describe in words.

In comes the artist. Each one of them would be commissioned to use the scientific and architectural and filologic and geo-specific sounds and compile a story of it, a work of art that would cause for each listener to daydream himself to a different place.

There would also be a blindfolded sound walk in this festival that will never be. Not the one as we know it, o no. Participants would be brought to different places in a stretch limousine with blinded windows. Not able to see where they are going, together in a moving capsule they would hear strange abstract sounds. As soon as the car stopped, they would be blindfolded. They entered buildings with peculiar smells, sizzlings and tapperings, mumbles, squeeks and bits of conversation. Back to the car, and of to some place in town, a bit aside of the traffic saturated part of it, another walk. Then to an abandoned site, with distant almost undetectable whispers of all kinds. At the end of this sound walk each participant should talk about the things they had imagined.

O yes, it is all possible in a day dreamed world. I guess it is this kind of imagination that fuels not only my own performances. It also determines who I choose to play at my ongoing attempt to set up a festival:

14. August, 21.30hours
Das Kleine Field Recordings Festival
with
Anton Mobin/JD Zazie
and
Young Horse Piano
at
Valentin Stüberl
Donaustrasse 112
Berlin
U7 Rathaus Neukölln

A Long Introduction to a Short Story on Radio On

Last year, inspired by radiophonic music, I started to use a microphone during some of my performances. The collaboration with Haarmann in our duo De Drones was the biggest reason for this. Live in Paris, a recording from a live set at Madame Claude in Berlin, might give you an impression.

March, 2009 I participated in Sonor, a festival for radiophonic listening. I experienced two days of radio in the making. It influenced my view on how to built up my live sets. This decision must have been in the making ever since an evening in Paris, some years ago. I played with two other dictaphonists and a double bass player: a quartet was born. Diktat has been and still is dear to me. With them a wild cut up of sounds, a whirlwind of voices, gave access to a primordial world. Entering it, a novelist’s mouth could only fall wide open with amazement. Imagine the characters of all the books in a library come alive. Imagine the street- and nature scenes become audible: imagine the librarian doing his job in peace. You get close to the sound of Diktat.

A third collaboration started in an old factory turned storage place for artists. In a kind of “the Führer’s bunker meets the last days of Rome”- situation, I lived my first year in Berlin. Adrian Shephard and I discovered a fascination for idiosyncratic radio. We produced 24 hours. Some of those hours found access to local FM stations.

When a faction of the collection of artists united in a mutiny against the captain of the place, and rightfully kicked the madman out, I decided it was time to move. Adrian and I lost sight of each other. This year (2009) we discovered we were neighbors. The collaboration continued.

We changed our style a bit, left out the music more and more, and concentrated on building layers and layers of different absurdities. Some of them got transmitted by RadioX in Frankfurt. Verena Kuni, radio maker in Hessen, then asked for our help. Could we produce a radiophonic work within a week? We could. And here I discovered for a second time the joys of making up a story amidst sounds.

Radio On went on. A program on Past, Present and Future of Staalplaat got inserted in the radiophonic creation day. Interviews with filmmaker Craig Davis and blogger/musician Momus are stored on line, more will come.

But.

Adrian and I turned also to performing live sets. We got joined by Barnaby Tree and his cello. (And by Andy Graydon on another occasion) Should I say it added a dramatic touch to our presentations? Fact is that Barnaby’s cello acts as an extra voice, while Adrian designs the sonic setting in the best BBC radiophonic workshop tradition.

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These days things seem to come together. The real experiment for me will be if I can come up with a story. It will come to me hopefully on the evening of the tenth of July. If it doesn’t the audience have to make up the story by themselves. Adrian and Barnaby will be there, but also two violin players, recruted by Barnaby: Daniella Grim and Nick Reddel.

10 July - The Tempelhof Mystery by Radio On and Barnaby Tree Trio Live at Sowieso, Weisestrasse 24, Berlin Neukölln, U8 Leinestrasse. Starts 21.00