Monday, February 08, 2010  

Thank god its Monday. I got Monday on my mind. Tell me why I DO like Monday’s. What do people have against Monday’s? Because the weekend is over ofcourse. Your daily boring routine job that you do already for 23 years is starting again. This everyday trip to the spot where you have to be presence for 8 hours became a part of life sensation. The collection for the birthday present of Miss Depples, the cleaning lady. The little discussion what to buy this year. The coffee machine broke again, maybe another issue on the next staff meeting: change company again? We are with this one for four years, they are getting sloppy. The gossips and gas-sips. The youngster smoking dope in the computer archive. Bill who showed up wearing faded jeans caused a little tumult. And than your work. The always returning same routine. Easy, boring and although by smart planners attempted to make challenging, not stimulating at all. On the end you don’t know what the part means you play in the production process. Office or factory floor, it doesn’t matter. Your daily trip to work is unintentional motivated to stay up with the latest soccer competition progress. Exchange opinions about last night tv-show and join the Thursday night training of the company-baseball training. On the end of the month is the payment in your bankaccount that dissolves in mortgage and car loan pay-offs, study for kids and moms birthday present.
I never had anything of all that in my life.
And I fucking hell do not miss it at all.
And I do not feel sorry for you. Change it, its easier than you think. Oh, you like the social status the job achieves. Fine. Than stay where you are and let me be. We’re both happy.

Saturday, 06 February 2010  

(This is an in-continuing story. Pick it up to read former 'vision' posts visiting the 'vision' link http://limbabwe.com/page.php?23 . For recent episodes scroll down).

Isol swung around mom with pram, bounced of the footway crossed the road, bumps on the pavement (her father told so often not to do that), and throws the bike against the steel fence closing in the small front yard. ‘Where the fuck is he’? She thinks. The house looks deserted. Isol is used to spend most weekends and vacations with Johan. They are a strong unity, best friends, sharing many interests and hobbies. She opens the low gate and rings the doorbell. After a short wait Johan’s mom opens. “Johan has house-arrest” she says bitchy, looking rigid to Isol. “But…uhh, can I come in than”? Johan’s mom hesitates for a moment and steps aside to let Isol pass. ‘What the heck, as long as he doesn’t go out’ she thinks.
Upstairs in his room Johan hears the voices. Quickly he hides the book he was reading under the bottom shelve, takes ‘War on Mars’ by Dolby Thorston from the pile and lays on the bed. “Youre nose in a book again” Isol says entering the room. Reading was the only thing they didn’t share. Isol hated books, doing exciting activities was more her style. “Why are you inmate?” Johan tells her about the crash and consequences. “Shit happens, downloaded a new game on my donky, lets play it”. A donky is a little one inch square thin digital device that can have 1 billion games stored. “what is it?” Johan asks. “Galaxy Guts 18”. “Wow, you have Galaxy Guts 18?” Galaxy Guts is a popular game amongst teenagers. Number 18 is the follow-up of 17. Improved and more exciting. The game is about surviving in space. Excited they play the game handing the donky on turn to each other. After a while Isol asks Johan what he is doing inside all that time. “Reading”, is the obvious answer. “You become lonely like that woman next to the Library” Isol replies. “You know Mrs Slater?” Johan is surprised. She never mentioned Mrs Slater before. “Mom helps cleaning houses of old people. She comes there one morning a week. You know she has many books, maybe even more than the library”. “Wohoho”. Johan smiles. “The Library has a lot more”. “What do you know. And how do you know her name?” Oops, that was not very careful. “well…uhh…the library is so much bigger building than Mrs Slaters house. Her name is on the mailbox. I walk by there every day”. ‘Phewy….. that was close. Better change subject’, Johan thought. “Do you hear that ‘The Wumble Wides’ are coming to play at the school party in June?” “Oh Yeah? Is the program known now already?” Isol asks surprised. They would go together, no asking, arranging, questioning about this. All out-books activities are done in dual. “Hey, in the old days there was a band called ‘Public Enemy’. You know that?” Johan asks.“Public what? Enemy? What a weird name. What are you talking about? Are these names allowed?” Isol is confused. She feels dizzy. Doesn’t understand the strange words from Johan. “I don’t feel very good. I go home. See you later”. Isol leaves Johan in his room. After hearing the frontdoor banging he lifted the bottom shelves and took out ‘Rap Attack’ by David Toop.

Friday, February 05, 2010  

I know, did this last week Friday too, prolong yesterdays post because I think its worth to give it an extra day attention. What is it with these Thursdays that I write the most interesting posts? I am not a ‘thank god its friday’ kinda guy. I mostly have Monday on my mind. In my head spins the famous evergreen ‘Friday on my mind’, but I change the Friday into Monday. A song by the Australian band Easybeats (1966) originally. They also had the world hit with it. Until today covered by billions of bands from famous to unknown. But I have always the Monday on my mind. Very simple, I work in entertainment bizznix. The weekends are hard working days for me. Besides the weekends also all holidays. When everybody parties, I work! Oh well, that comes with a job like this. There is a second reason that actual made me think of the song-line and longing to Mondays. The driving. On many tours I also drive the tourvan. There is a major difference in traffic behavior between weekdays and weekends, even if you drive a slower vehicle like tourvan. In the weekends the ‘sunday drivers’ are on the road. Yes they really exist. Do not think you are not one of them, you are. I have an amazing amount of miles on the road holding the wheel, behind me. An average higher than a professional European truckdriver of same age. I know what I am talking about. In the weekend the road is loaded with inexperience drivers, people who drive for fun, not work. They are the worst. They miss the idea that the best way for everybody, including you, to move on, is to adjust to the other drivers and give what you need to give, take what you need to take, without loosing your eye for the others needs. Difficult to understand hey! Fuck it, I can’t wait till monday, driving on weekdays just to be able to drive with fellow drivers. Only rolling to get where you have to be for your job, understanding that others are for the same reason on the asphalt. And these are not only trucks and vans. Loads of service, business and other people are in the weekdays on their way for work in a car. Do they have in the weekends also ‘Monday On My Mind’?

Thursday, February 04, 2010  

Tanx Niels for the nice words. I know my reply comes late, you stopped posting in 2008. Due to technical difficulties in the machine that runs this site, I am checking pages and links to see if everything is still there and works. Probably regular visitors noticed some minor irregulars. Think most problems are only noticed by the two admins, Obelix and me. Surfing the site I checked the statistics also. Yes dear visitors, I can track you far down. Every site has these stats. All admins can see from where visitors enter their site: browser, country, server, link….. I saw that a reasonable amount of people clicked on ‘Limbabwe’ from a certain forum. Tracking this I found out it was a blog from Niels introducing and linking to here. Niels stopped blogging 2 years ago but his site is still on. I remember Niels from the hardcore(punk)-Pandemonium days. He was based somewhere around Amsterdam I think. Played in a local punkrock band. Pretty active guy. Sometimes its nice to receive some signals from the past, especially like this. Positive words from somebody I barely knew, but still remember, and the last time saw more than 25 years ago.
I know I post different than most other bloggers. I keep on adding into the existing frame only changing dates. That makes finding former posts difficult. Every year is one complete page. Obelix, (the other admin) makes remarks about this sometimes. I simply do things differently, the way I like it. Why do things like everybody else? I am from the very first, only real one, punk-rock generation (16 in 1975). The influence is still noticeable. Funny, two days ago a local youngster made remarks about my punk-attitude. This is not negative or destructive. The real (first) punk generation was positive, creative, constructive, innovative, artistic, confronting, realistic, exploring, individual and very DIY (Do It Yourself). Its not just endlessly kicking against, it’s a matter of not being a lost soul in the masses. Yes, I know, for many young ones difficult to understand nowadays. Individual? Your own way of doing things? Your own design? Yes I am not against you people being lazy copy-cat imitator trend followers, but that doesn’t mean I have to be one. I like it when it’s a bit chaotic by own initiative and things fall on its place including factors like coincident and luck. Not being the youngest anymore I look back at a very turbulent live that’s not over yet, I am still living it. Fuck it, you only live once, so better use it and don’t become a boring society slave.
Being lesser familiar with computer terms and not an intensive surfer (until today) the word blog was unknown for me when already doing it. I simply had the idea writing regularly on this front page. Later somebody told me I have a web-log. Ok, got the word ‘web’ but ‘log’? In the dictionary ‘log’ is a piece of wood. Weird I thought. I throw wood in the fire for heat. Couldn’t relate this to digital writing. Anyway, I understand it now. You can call this a blog although I always use the word ‘post’, doing it my way, like explained earlier. Surfing my site I read the many mistakes in English (not my native language). The first year I never did proof-readings or corrections. Will leave these writings as it is. My English improved trough time, plus nowadays I often re-read the articles once quickly and repair most obvious mistakes.
Most ‘bloggers’ (what a word) leave options open for readers to react, I don’t. This is a one way monologue. You can react by leaving a message in the guestbook or be more personal and write me an email (most appreciated and more my style).
Like it when I (and you) have to give it some effort finding or creating what you want. Let us learn to explore and discover. Finding former posts will take some effort. A regular visitor told me he randomly surfs and picks out stories. That’s one way to do it. To find the posts Niels refers too, go way back into the 2008 link, somewhere in April/May I wrote these articles.
Meanwhile you are searching I will keep on travelling, touring, hiking, biking, wining, dancing, partying, playing, rockin’ and keep you informed about these ‘adventures’, opinions and thoughts with my irregular posting. Yaaaahoooooheeeeeeyeah!

Tuesday, February 02, 2010  

(This is an in-continuing story. Pick it up to read former 'vision' posts visiting the 'vision' link http://limbabwe.com/page.php?23 . For recent episodes scroll down).

‘Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling star, spread the dust but not to far’. Yaliophysipa inhales deeply the powder she just threw up in the air. She sight relieved looking with relaxing eyes through the setting twilight introducing the end of this day. ‘Made it through another day again’ Yaliophysipa thought. ‘If people in the old days only knew how realistic the term angel dust got materialized after some decades’. The drug is the only way to escape the reality. The world she rather not wants to live in. Born 50 years too late, is often an introduction of herself at a handshake. Every evening of all weekdays, coming home from her miserable job, she throws up a handful. Penetrate ejaculation……filled fertile seeds…..fade extreme shifting train…..separate infinite pit…….embrace compact awareness…..sweet dreamer clouds drifting……runner riots of radio’s…..wax burnt cannonnizing…..gracing gronology……ritual guardian….. birth plant messina……social break slow…..baptism mathmatics politricks….crazy horizontal hands…..nodding blades bloom……bulb bands milk amour…..vulcano visage vanish verse virtual vamoose voracious vigourous victory valourous verdict vision visio visi vis vi V

Monday, February 01, 2010  

Did you ever had a day like I today? Somebody putted a curse on me, or what they say: ‘Incidents are never solo’. Well, its not to often, but today is a disaster. It started getting up.
I have wooden blinds, they are fuckin old, break sometimes if used regularly. But hey, its far minus at night here in mid-winter. Every bit that helps keeping some cold out, I use. Pulling up the blind this morning, I had the rope in my hand, blind still down.
Switch on the coffee machine. Check after 5 minutes, no coffee! No water in the reservoir, a leak.
Drive up to go and hike. Park the car. Have snow tires, normally never problems. Come back at the parking spot. Got stuck on the snow and ice.
Manage to get the car moving. Come home. Car breaks down half way the driveway.
Goddamned! You think this is funny! ‘Whats up next’ I think walking into the house.
Switch the computer on. Go to this site. Check a music-download link, the page is not there any more!
Who is playing with a voodoo doll today? Whats going on here?
Well, I am not superstitious. Simply loads of bad luck concentrated in one day, and the day is not over yet (2 more hours). Repared the blind. Replaced the coffee machine by a spare I stored. Another hiker helped me getting the car moving. Repaired the car on the spot (on the driveway) runs nice again. With Obelix (admin technical) we are working on it that the gallery and music downloads will be back up soon. Nothing gets me down. I have a strong surviving will, so throw your doll away!

Sunday, January 31, 2010  

Since my brain is too flat at the moment making up a V story I do another ‘Records you show with Pride’. Basically I should only mention these records and you have to run to the store to purchase a copy, if you don’t, give up music and start to collect stamps or knit lace.
Tav Falco-The World We Knew. A brilliant record released in 1987. This was already his 6th record, but the former where a bit more ‘rough’ punky. Tav gets a little more ‘sophisticated’ on ‘world’ (Whatever that means by Falco). Although TF is not the youngest, his first record came early eighties. The music is traditional rock and roll but played that dirty, your mom would hate it. TF never got famous by the masses, but gets from the musicians all the credits for keeping dirty Rock alive in the 80ties. His influence was major. Tanx to him the complete wild freaky rockabilly music had a revival in the 80ties with a new young generation. Famous rock artist like John Spencer, Cramps, Gun Club and many many more, declare Tav Falco as their main inspiration. Tav does not write many songs, he mainly covers, often well-known rock classics, but in his own ‘cranky’ way. I like this album (but also other TF’s) because his choice of songs. The record is produced by the famous Alex Chilton (Box Top- The Letter) and starts with a Chilton classic ‘Dateless Night’. After that the record goes on rockin and swamping. The one more or lesser known classic after the other: ‘Do The Robot’, ‘Pass The Hatched’, ‘Mona Lisa’, ‘She’s a Bad Motorcycle’ and ofcourse ‘The World We knew’.


The music of Tav is interesting because his style is not ‘pure’. He crosses many borders and reaches out to swampy blues, foggy funk and sober soul. The band is on most tracks basic. Guitar, Bass, Drums, Vocals. Again (like the Fall) there is no desire to be perfect. Tav shakes, and shakes your hips. Original sounding drums with a beautiful heavy deep round kickdrum sound, the real sound of the instrument. Basic guitar chords, modest drums and Tav singing, not outstanding, but real! Some songs come unexpected out of your speakers. After the evil ‘She’s My Witch’ comes the album title song ‘World We Knew’. Performed like a Frank Sinatra on a drunken night. The inside of the cover has a little story with picture to every song. If you want to learn something about the peoples-culture, stories and music of the USA, instead usual Hollywood bullshit lies, pay some attention to this record.
Don’t know why I get so attracted by these great older records standing out (brilliant) by amazing good music and perfect imperfection. Its probably the surrounding I am in too often lately. Its difficult to survive in the crappiest music scene ever with only horrible copy-cats failing by trying to be the most perfect imitators. It drives me to these great records where music is played for real! What a relieve I still have that.

Friday, January 29, 2010  

I like yesterdays post. Should be read again or by more so I put it on prolongation for one more day.

Thursday, January 28, 2010 and Friday, January 29, 2010  

Records you show with pride. Yes its time for one of those again: The Fall ‘Totale’s Turns’. Never heard of? Now you have. The Fall is a band from Manchester, UK. Started in the 70ties and is still around. Released since that time about 40 albums (including the live ones). The band has an amazing sound of their own. Rough industrial (punk?) rock. An eager repeating guitar riff with on top the sharp vocals and smart lyrics of Mark E Smith. Totale’s Turn is their 3rd album. Released in 1980 on Rough Trade (Rough 10). The cover looks like a 70ties bootleg record. For the young-ones among us: this is the time before internet you-tube and so on. The only way to obtain unofficial recordings of your favorite band (live gigs, rehearsal sessions, studio outtakes) was to buy illegal pressed vinyl. Often these records came without printed cover, white with cheap copied A-4 sheet glued on it that gave some info about the music inside. There where hundreds bootlegs available of famous bands like Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan.Rough Trade released some records in a ‘bootleg style’ sleeve at the beginning of their career. I have a few, Cabaret Voltaire, The Slits and this one of The Fall. The music on these records was also like the music on bootlegs. Weird session tracks, outtakes, live recordings and such. Don’t know why Rough Trade released these records. I assume it was a financial reason. Not much budget for expensive studio’s. Worked well for this Fall record. It’s a brilliant document of a great period in the music scene. You must understand that The Fall sounds like a bunch of 14 year old that have their second rehearsal (even still now after 30 years). Weird compiled songs orchestrated by a cacophony of guitars, organ, drums and vocals. But it rocks! The band drives, hell yeah!!


Side 1 is recorded live in a disco in Doncaster UK. You can clearly hear on public remarks that the majority doesn’t like the band. “Call yourself bloody professionals?” Meanwhile the band plays so energetic sufficient sparks fly out of these grooves to light up my wood-fire, even after 30 years! Sure these musicians are more professional than any other ever was. The year before they recorded ‘Dragnet’, my most favorite Fall record. But now I post about Totale’s Turns. On side two are besides a few live tracks where Mark E Smith during songs comments some visitors at the bar and announces last rounds, is also a studio outtake called ‘That Man’ and home recording ‘New Puritan’.
Despite being all-time favorite of many music bizznix celebrities (John Peel/Thurston Moore/Matski/….) The fall never made it ‘big’, but is until up to date the most known underground band ever with a steady cult-following.
Now something local and personal: Listen you so called ‘musicians’ from Zablujena Generacija, Laibach, Big Foot Mama, Sidartha, Electrix, Kingston,…. and many more. Purchase that record ‘Totale’s Turn’ from The Fall. Preferable the vinyl (you made sufficient money with your crappy music to afford a collector), and listen! Listen well, and listen again…. and than go to your rehearsal shed and practice!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010  

(This is an in-continuing story. Pick it up to read former 'vision' posts visiting the 'vision' link http://limbabwe.com/page.php?23 . For recent episodes scroll down).

Johan moved his t-shirts back on the bottom shelf. Lucky they all fit, he thinks with a grin. A week ago, just before spring-break, Mrs Slater called him in on his way to the library. “Got something for you” she said. Inside Johan was amazed by looking at a big pile of books on the table. “Got these ones double, take what you want”.
Mrs Slater kept the origin of the books for herself. Curiously unpacking the box book by book she placed them on the table. All common titles she already owns copies of. The library would annihilate every issue. ‘What a pity. Maybe I can give these books some use. Its risky passing them to someone else. Why so shy? Not much to loose at my age.’ She overthought. ‘Lets do some more good in my life before its too late. That bookworm kid from down the street, maybe I can talk him into taking few. A good investment in educating the new generation.’
Astonished Johan looked at the books reading some titles. Albert Camus ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’. Ramashray Roy ‘Self and Society, a Study in Gandhian Thought’. Alexander Herzen, ‘Letters from France and Italy’. Xaviera Hollander, ‘The Happy Hooker’. Arthur Schopenhauer, ‘On the Will in Nature’. And so on. Some titles he vaguely heard of. “But all these books are forbidden” he says. “That’s not true Johan” Mrs Slater replies. “They are on the ‘improper list’. That means these books are a danger to society, but according to the ‘freedom of speech’ not against the law.” “But I can become a visionist!” Johan remarks. “Do you think reading books is criminal, like steeling or killing?” Mrs Slater asks. “You can have them all but promise me: never mention the books and where you got them, to anyone”.
There have been talks on school about ‘forbidden’ books, especially by senior students. In the last year Johan desired reading one or a few of those, just to know what the big fuzz is about. Funny how wishes, faith and luck come together. A few days before Mrs Slater gave him the books Johan was late at school due to an accident. One delivery van crashed into a steel garden fence evading an upcoming vehicle backing up out a driveway. The van driver was seriously injured and taken by an ambulance. Like more kids on their way to school, Johan watched the sensational scenery. A note for his parents from the teacher got him house-arrest for the complete spring-break vacation. For educational reason he was only allowed visiting the library.
By small quantities Johan transported the books from Mrs Slater’s to his room. The many ‘library’ visits would not be noticed. What else can you do than reading if you have to stay in? The perfect hiding spot is under the bottom shelf of the cupboard invisible from the outside, reachable by lifting the lowest plank.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010  

In the 80ties I did FOH sound for Test Dept. Talking recently with some people about development of PA systems a true story bubbled up in my memory. It was the great experimental time of the first full-range PA systems. A company designed one called ‘Master Blaster’, advertised as the ‘Roles Royce’ of PA’s.
The tour was called ‘Materia Prima’. We travelled with a dancing company. At the first gig in an official theater somewhere in the Netherlands, we installed the set, switch it on, cabled the stage and soundcheck started.
Nowadays most do not remember Test Dept, the band is forgotten. They played loads of scrapyard steel combined with traditional instruments. I started the soundcheck and asked one of the musicians to play his piece of steel. Test Dept members liked to work their ‘instruments’ as steel-factory workers. Within 3 seconds all high-end (frequencies) of the PA where gone. Two stacks of at least 10 Master Blasters each….. finito. This ‘Roles Royce’ had a very short live. Forgot to mention that the tour was a presentation of this brand new system.
After a few years Master Blaster disappeared. Forgotten like Test Dept. Such a long time of the market that I couldn’t find a picture on the web of a Master Blaster set, except the one below, only one box. 


Monday, January 25, 2010  

Its time for the usual small talk.
European tours in the planning :
Karyn Kuhl from March 22 until April 5 and
Sensational/Spectre/Black Chameleon from April 15 to April 30.
Exact dates/cities/venues soon on this side. April is Springtime. Get out of the house!
If you like to know more/have the artist in your venue, contact me email
Had a great hike today in a freezing cold winter snow landscape. Beautiful sights, clean air and lots of snow. There is no highway getting here. The only road is a kinda one lane provincial state road. Sure there are a few B-tracks. Small, steep downhill, roads I would inexperienced or bigger trucks not advice to take. Anyway, due to an avalanche one of these B-roads is closed. That makes the small state road the only way in. Heavy traffic fighting the hairpin corners. To serve you imagination here a picture of a truck with trailer giving it a try:



Next episode of the continuing story V will be Wednesday.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

(This is an in-continuing story. Pick it up to read former 'vision' posts visiting the 'vision' link http://limbabwe.com/page.php?23 and/or scroll down).

“Fuck this shit”. The deliverer was cursing on the doorstep of the library. A sign on the door said: ‘Open every day from 10 AM till 8 PM. Closed on Sunday’. It was 8.45. He started at 8. This was the third address. For the rest of today he is busy on the other side of town. No chance coming back later. The box is heavy. ‘Probably books’, he thought. ‘Maybe I can leave the parcel somewhere and call them later’. He took a walk around the corner. The building ended at a small alley. On the end behind the usual disposal containers was a little garden with wild bushes and a backdoor. ‘Perfect’ he thought, and dropped the box on the doorstep.
Mrs Slater usually sleeps in. Sometimes even until 10 AM. She is retired for 20 years, so why not! It shortens the day where is nothing else to do than bits of cleaning, cooking, and reading. Too old being a member of society-events plus most of her social contacts passed away. Gardening was not her thing. To keep peace with neighbors she does maintain the basics on the front, the back-garden she left to grow naturally in a wild jungle of bushes.
This morning she woke up earlier because of some sounds in the backyard. Not unusual, in the last 20/30 years the back alley was incidentally in use by drug addicts and criminals, never bothering her. Good locks on the doors kept them out. After a cup of tee she looked out of the backroom window. Nothing to see, as usual the uninvited visitors only stayed short, leaving fast after finishing their business. Mrs Slater always checks the bushes after she noticed someone was there. Even in a wild garden junky needles and empty whiskey bottles are untidy and dangerous incase children would play. As she opens the door to check there is a box on the step. Curious she looks at the address. Hmmm, its addressed to the library, this is the wrong door. Mrs Slater realizes why the box on her doorstep, the library is still closed. Meanwhile it starts to drizzle a bit of rain. Assuming there are books inside she thought it would be better to get the box inside and walk over to the library later. A box full with books is too heavy for her she realizes trying to pick it up. Lucky the parcel is set on a doormat. With all the strength available she pulls on the doormat. The parcel slides inside.
Although they are neighbors, the relation between Mrs Slater and the library became shaky after the ‘book reforms’. She accused the library of censorship and not following the basic Freedom of Speech rights!
Watching the box she got curious what kind of books where in it. There was no address of a sender, no company stamps or papers. That made everything even more suspicious. The sender took no effort in packing. The box was closed with a loose rope holding the top lit. ‘I can remove the rope and seal the box later with tape. What does the library know.’ While thinking that she did so. Surprised she looked at the first books on the top. All ‘unallowed’ titles.




Monday, December 14, 2009  

New video from the latest THE SYSTEM release ‘The Wheel’. You see visuals with the track ‘The Door’. Sound appeals more than visuals to me. The vid is an excuse to capture the front page spot on my site with a song I prefer. Still the visuals are not meaningless.
This video is a compilation of material shot on trips and tours with musicians in the world, me on tour as technician. You see the long Oakland Bridge entering San Francisco and a lot of material shot in Tokyo Japan. Many towers. I always wonder what people have with ‘heights’. All these ‘major’ cities must have their tower. Most shots are from the Tokyo Tower. A few are made in the Toronto Tower. The big wheel shots are in Rostock, Germany. Most material is filmed by Taka (Mono) and Nikola (Laibach).
I recorded this song in the early 80-ties, before the ‘techno- and digi-time’ in a low-fi studio. All done on analogue equipment. It was a period of discovering and improvise. I was angry and slam a door (that explains the title). The scream and door-slam is the basic sound the song is based on. I captured it on hold in one of the first decent digital delays made, the Roland SDE 1000 (still have it). All the other sound is a matter of filtering. An important role plays a very crappy noisegate, unusable collecting dust in the control-room corner, but excellent as special effect unit.
I recorded the track ‘live’ directly to a cassette tape. What you hear is taken from that tape. Unbelievable how well cassette tapes preserve. This recording is 30 years old and sounds still great. The protecting case keeps cassettes in a much better condition than any other registering method. All my professional master tapes are fallen to dust. If you store digitally you have to keep on copying because information becomes unreadable due to technology progress. You listen to a tape un-played for 30 years, and it still runs like purchased yesterday. Tip: do not record the first and last minute of the tape!

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