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Paddy and I are hosting a private-public screening of The Ghost Of Piramida on Saturday 2nd March 2013 in the cinema room of the Banshee Labyrinth in Edinburgh.
In The Ghost Of Piramida director Andreas Koefoed follows Efterklang on their 9 day audio expedition to the ghost town Piramida on Spitsbergen, located just a thousand kilometers from the North Pole and home to more polar bears than people.
Accompanied by their taciturn and not visibly impressed Russian polar bear guard, the group goes on a treasure hunt in the empty buildings of the ghost town, while the narrator, the former Piramida-citizen Alexander, takes us back to a bygone era, when Piramida flourished and the immigrant Russian miners and their families lived in a Soviet parallel society far from the brutal reality of their homeland.
Efterklang collected over a thousand sound recordings for the album ‘Piramida’ they later wrote and recorded in Berlin.
The music in the film incorporates some of the early sketches, as well as finished songs from the album.
Screening info: Saturday 2nd March 2013 in the cinema room of the Banshee Labyrinth, Edinburgh at 7.30pm. The screening is free but we have limited space so to reserve a space please email me. I will reply to confirm you’re in.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside yr own house
Be in love with yr life
Something that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to blow
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
The unspeakable visions of the individual
No time for poetry but exactly what is
Visionary tics shivering in the chest
In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
Like Proust be an old teahead of time
Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
Accept loss forever
Believe in the holy contour of life
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
Don’t think of words when you stop but to see picture better
Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
You’re a Genius all the time
Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
The music industry’s greatest victory has been to make pop music a mere lifestyle choice, a disposable commodity.
Any regular readers of Mogwai's website will know that Barry Burns likes to sound off, and really likes to take the piss. It's generally very funny too.
This morning in my feed reader was an item posted by Barry entitled "Bitchfork: Worse than the 11th of September." The article has since disappeared from th site so I thought I'd post it for posterity (it's very funny, and not nearly as offensive as the title suggests.
I never said which 11th of September so don't be getting all upset now, kids.
Honestly though, if you like an empiricist's view of all the current news in the music-world, the Bitchfork is great. Comprehensive, all encompassing and fairly non-esoteric. But if you want to read an informed review of either a concert or a recent album then please, please, please, direct your gaze elsewhere. Direct your weary retinas to where a snotty 17-year old ex-record store virgin preppy isn't attempting to sagely write about something he /she has no knowledge about. The review section of that mincing website is beneath contempt. I can't really pinpoint it's faults exactly but every person i know says the same thing, "Great news section, I avoid the stumbling, inept reviews like Diana should have avoided that tunnel". Other members of my band, feel free to delete this high-spirited rant with gusto but for goodness sake….. avoid listening to what amounts to Ferris Bueller's opinions on what you should be listening to in order to remain cool to your pals.I just thought it needed saying. Curse the internet. Damn myself for accidentally clicking on an album review tonight.
Today I feel like fucking crying, so I watched this clip to cheer me up.
Late you say? Well yes, but I've been busy.