Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The unfathomable ways of a master score

In my time as a DJ in Monday's Munich nightlife I had a regular customer, who appeared every Monday to Valentine parlor. He was a little pinched type Lennon'sche rimmed glasses and thinning hair worn medium length, light gray trench coat and an aluminum case as accessories. Eventually, he was every Monday at the bar, across from me, drank his beer, talking to anyone, looking now and then on the videos I threw at the wall while Mario speed runs, and Bob Ross, depending on my mood and music type. After a few weeks, he nodded to me every time too friendly when I picked up eye contact with him - which was given his choice of seating quite often. One day he came up to me, introduced himself briefly and congratulated me on my "always excellent selection of music", it is much more sophisticated and mature (sic) than the other DJs. Well, although I had already a taste for something more obscure music, but played too often and like the so-called indie mainstream. From there he came every week for a chat to me, poked me and then left the locality generally.

On a night when I was admittedly a little tipsy, he had a gift for myself, a CD. This he told me about his work, he was a producer and that is looked after in the 70 critical bands. Unfortunately I was not quick-witted enough to dig deeper because what bothers me today. After he had praised me once again that with vinyl hang up was the right choice - which he explained to me by numerous technical details - I had to turn back the music, after all, had already gone through the applied plate completely. As I turned around to him, he was gone.

As I was clamped at the right time, I read the rest first CD, and thus they disappeared with time behind a stack of other shots in my small shared room. Demletzt I accidentally pulled out again and put it on. And lo and behold, he had brought me Niemen (ie Niemen), one of the most important bands of the 20 Polish Century, Czeslaw Niemen with as head of the quadruplet, are his three band members in some circles as the best musicians that Poland has ever produced. I had the classic 1972 "Strange Is This World" get paid to one of the declared model plates Niemens psychedelic phase around 1970 is considered the most creative. It's psychedelic blues in its purest form, sometimes bleak depressed, sometimes boiling over energetic and expressive, attention-demanding in any case and not just accessible.

This shows him as a child of his time, but just as certainly the excessive use of Hammond organ and even his voice, a raw device between the envoys and cry, as it had in the Soul James Brown, for example, also. Timeless to me, however, the varied drumming and weird insertions of brass and woodwinds, which one can therefore expect any more current bands like Animal Collective, Gonjasufi and cohorts. The follow-up album "Ode To Niemen" then drifted already into this kind of sickening ballads rock, which I never liked.

To find out, I studied the photocopied inlay of the CD case, a few press statements were being printed, including a Martin Clarke:

Niemen is Polish, Although he was born and raised in Belorussia. That much I knew when I first met him. [...] The standard of musicianship in the band is frighteningly high, with every member of the band contributing equally to the overall sound. It is always difficult to record a spontaneous which band has so much freedom endemic in it's music. I think we have succeeded.

Of course, I immediately went to Martin Clarke, who appeared to the producer, or at least have a studio technicians had to be Niemen, I found also in Scotland, a "sound artist. His work makes extensive use of environmental sound "that would fit, yes. But what came as a response to my request very glad?

Thanks for getting in touch. I'm afraid I'd never heard of before this morning Niemen. He sounds pretty cool though, thanks for alerting me :)

Too bad! Whether the gentleman who gave me the CD to do professionally with Niemen had? Whether it was Martin Clarke? I'm not going to find out, I never saw him again.

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