Showing posts with label c93. Show all posts
Showing posts with label c93. Show all posts

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Current 93-Sleep Has His House

Oh, I'm almost afraid to write on this band. Being one of my favorites of all time, it was such a hard decision to even pick an album to post. When you've spanned several decades and continually challenged listeners/fans/critics by remaining true to the spirit of experimentation, it seems foolish for someone like me to pick just one album. But this probably fits best with the theme of today. But by no means does this demean any of David Tibet's great work (go buy everything that you can). The only thing I'll say about this is if you download it don't be a dick and just give it a skim. This is one that needs to be taken in in its entirety or not at all. No fucking around with this one.

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Monday, January 25, 2010

Alessandro Moreschi-The Last Castrato: Complete Vatican Recordings

I recently had the misfortune of reading some lame brain bemoan the difficulties of living a musician's life. Claiming the hours of deep thinking (I'm sure) led to isolation from others, this fool continued to plea for his readers' sympathy. Yet, seeing as his compositional methods most likely involve listening to Forever Changes and Odessey & Oracle, changing a few chords, then weeping for a while, I'm having a hard time seeing what the problem is. If it's all too troubling, then I think it's time to pack it in Sally. For future employment, I'd suggest getting a piece of card board, writing "will cry on command" on it, and pestering passersby for change. But at least he avoided the dreaded "artiste's" discussion on "craft" (a word I only want to hear if it's in reference to mac & cheese). Anyways, here's a musician that could honestly lay claim to suffering for one's art. All ball theft aside, Moreschi seemed to have led a pretty disappointed life. So no gripes from some idiot on daddy's dole is going to pull at my heart strings. And if I hear any more crying of this sort, plans may be arranged so that Moreschi won't be the last castrato any longer. Just think how lovely it would be to hear that high, clear male soprano once more.

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