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Genau genommen, sind alle BuDuClan Stücke experimentell, weil sie ( fast ausnahmslos ) ohne jegliche Absprachen, spontan aus dem Moment entstehen.. . . . Am Anfang steht denn auch nicht selten ein undefinierbares Gegrummel, das wir „Urschlamm“ nennen. Von hieraus lauschen wir mit gespitzten Ohren, wohin die „Reise „ geht, suchen einen gemeinsamen Flow und „unterhalten“ uns musikalisch über dieses Thema. So betrachtet, sind die BuDuClan Stücke eigentlich nichts anderes als „Musikalische Gespräche“.
Strictly speaking, all BuDuClan pieces are experimental, because they arise (almost always) without any agreements, spontaneously in the moment .. . . . At the beginning is not uncommon a kind of “primeval mud”. From here, we listen with ears pricked, where the “journey” is looking for, holding out for a common flow. . . From this perspective, the BuDuClan pieces are really nothing more than “musical conversations”.
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Inamindahead-Ses241-190415-Mix01-MasOz.mp3 In a mind ahead – der Titel ist Programm. . . und bringt “Spielst Du schon, oder machst Du noch Musik ?” hier einmal mehr ganz klar zum Ausdruck ! This mind is ahead ! Dieser Geist ist Voraus, weil er den “kaptalistischen Krebs” durch Aufgabe des Produktgedankens überwunden hat. Sowas kann man sich nicht ausdenken, sowas muss wachsen und Nichts anderes wollen, als dem Erblühen zustreben ! Mühelos schwingt das Stück aus Noise über eine Ballade zu Marsch, der dann kurzzeitig ein Ragae wird, zu Metal, verbleibt dort und mündet dann schließlich in ein versöhnliches Klassikthema. . . Dies ist weder eine Collage, noch eine einfache Session. . . ! Es ist eine konzentrierte Suche nach dem Punkt, der etwas freisetzt, was wir noch nicht kannten. . .
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Summer-Ses-228-240614-M-Mix01-MasOz.mp3 Normally, the dynamics of a song developes from soft to hard – here it happens the other way round. . . From the typical BuDuClan grumbling a sweet little flute melody comes up. It determines and takes the course of the events and increasingly to ultimately alone easy to blow away, like a summer breeze. . . In this cut the session character is particularly clearly heard. Each instrument has sufficient space (and our drummer given us even with a small drum solo) and once again here comes the equivalence and originality of the individual musical impulses to expression. With this piece BuDuClan says goodbye into the summer break and wish all listeners a peaceful, relaxed and fulfilled time. . .
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/UnnaGunnar-Ses227-270514-M-MasOz.mp3 “Unna Gunnar” is the nickname of Gunnar from Unna ( Not to be confused with Umma Gumma the legendary Pink Floyd – album from the 1960s !) Gunnar from Unna, please sign up again !
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Nooneknows-Ses223-120114-M-MasOz.mp3 Confused and lost the voice is suffering. . . until it is supplied with good energy, dares to front,
blooms and throws the heart in the stars. . .
Then. . . “no one knows” – and the fear is back.
. . . one last rebellion, and finally an indictment to those
who spread this fear to control us further on.
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Finaly-Ses215-290913-M-Mix01-MasOz.mp3 It begins as a melancholic ballad, takes ride on, ventures into intolerable atonality . . . then it tries to find ground again, but then it challenges again the unbearability . . .
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Ifitcame-Ses219-101113-M-Mix01-Roh+MasOz-END.mp3 Giantly stomping straight ahead bass figure comes out of the guitar noise jumble like
a primeval creature driving the singer into sreeching screams first choking retching
into irony and madness at last. “Mary got it right ! ahead” – That is too much!
Sleeping, later this creeps into dreams. . . uih -uih-uih, a-changing first in way up – way down and then into wing up – wing down and at last it flies away . . – not without, just here and there reaching out in pain or fury for sustainable point or ground . . . – if it came. . .if it came. . .if it came. . .
With BuDuClan missing out on the definiteness of conventional songs there is no easy
access to unveil their music. This is no unability nor chance, but wilful hardship. For
BuDuClan do advocate the multitude und unrhymed, the undissolved which is
endangered by our reckless world to be erased – here it may live, survive the
“humanness” with clear kept mind for gist and substance outwith a normed daily
scheme that draines our energies.
Quite harmless and conventional it starts as a melancholy ballad. . . but then turns out to be an unbearable painful Free Jazz Orgy, loosing completely his poise and illustrates the “… going down”, because BuDuClan is not content with singing about the “going down”, BuDuClan wants to make it tangible!
This cut must be accompanied by a more elaborate comment.
On the one hand it is so distracting that even I myself was stunned for a start, on the other hand it exemplifies the process of creation of that strange BuDuClan music.
About the process:
This present cut makes easily understood how BuduClan is carefully groping through the dark, happily digging in the primeval swamps to find for all musicians – like in a meditation – a resonating feeling to be condensed.
I will not stop keenly considering this wonderful process and keeping it mostly unshortened while cutting – even though I might have to endure curses because the cuts are seen to be too long again.
This is the one and only BuDuClan! That joint resonance which is to be found and to be expressed.
The tonal and rhythmic structure arising there from remains free and changeable at any time because the feeling is the compass through the sea of thousand options … From “tender like a petal” to “bloody, raw and dirty” anything goes and right so covers the partly contradictive issue…
THATISWHY: “Are you still making music … or are you playing already?”
I will honour this process in future as “leading-off meditation”.
About the contents:
The old “Little Red Riding Hood”-subject in a new garment: Insidiousness!
Here it gently seduces “come right near´… so that I can eat you more easily!” This is not the musicians´ wickedness but it reveals the suffering at the insidiousness of the “real existing madness” we are living in. Anyone takes the mickey out of anyone else! Salads are not getting more expensive, but the plates are getting smaller…! That´s the way it goes nowadays.
As normatism and restriction of freedom have come to a worrying amount I think it is up to the artist living in society to act out a warning function. Who else should do so…?
About the piece:
Starting already at the “leading-off meditation”, there is an off-voice trying to hypnotise the listener: “listen to the noise – listen to the noise!” until (1:50) biting aggressiveness brakes through and furiously screams into the attentive listener´s ear. That is really mean indeed. Even meaner are but the official injustices and menaces that get painfully expressed in this cut.
It drives me mad to see how so much injustice and meanness is openly exercised and born without lament. THAT is what I scream into the listener´s ear so that he will see for himself! That is the key to understanding these cuts. (Well knowing that such an attempt is completely useless in reality!)
Even the saints (the wise of the willow) we are being deprived off by having them stained with irony.
Not the creative consciousness nor musical skill, but intuition and instinct are here at work. Scales and rhythm do matter to BuDuClan as much as traffic signs would to scenting deer. The melodies emerge out of themselves… and the surreal lyrics wander between onomatopoeia, Denglish, spontaneous bits and determining hook lines. At the beginning there is not the word, but an authentic impulse that is still searching for the word… From such a layer of consciousness BuDuClan generate their creations and lay open the channel to the incessantly bubbling well of musical inspirations – and have done so for more than ten years.
As the “pigs” keep people at it, BuDuClan allow their listeners a rest in between (so they don´t run away) just to keep viciously maltreating them thereafter again.
The piece wouldn´t end without living to see a way out: The recollection of the joint power finding a good long celebration in the final part. Only when cutting it I realised that the final part contains meditation experiences (dynamic meditation with catharsis) and also the association of an (almost) beating up in a restaurant I took for long forgotten ( the waiter…).
http://buduclan.de/music/music1/mp3/Wird-Blueinthegarden-Ses197_1702-M-Mix01-MasOz.mp3 Whether it is perceived as quality, if 3 experienced musicians,
who knows more than 3 riffs, suddenly playing fresh, bloody and raw punk, just like other young people can, like any judge for themselves. It happened like this. . .
Hardy told beforehand by his attempt to just break open and
to photograph very blue crocuses and his surprise that
said the little blue peaks suddenly and completely disappeared,
as cause he wanted, because the sun had retired. . .
It starts quite “harmless” to. . . but then “point” release it almost abruptly,
turns entirely on the atonal, then starts again in tonality,
parodied the theme and ending perplexed and undecided. . .
Starting from BuDu-Urton, the piece opens with care
groping the experiment. . . Poseten Tromaunen and give the
Flow a nasty blow to the jazzy.
The search for a needle in a haystack veräuft – as expected –
because without success, but this is irrelevant because it is about the search.
Paradise will not give it, but if the search should not stop.
Although “BuDu typical” (but as always unique), as a haunting
through the sea of a thousand possibilities. . .
Groping in search of one for all resonanzfähigem pulse
search starts with a very serious, atonal free jazz theme. . .
up so flies a wild hornet, but tragic figure in a
tangled, hopelessly stuck. . . (And all the other pieces
through annoying! ).
Since the point is reached, is generated at the resonance. . .
Like a doctor experienced in quiet concentration that of a belly
Patient samples and “DA is the pain ..?” asks.
THEREFORE, the integrity of the generated material untouched
! remain Otherwise would not be clear whatBuDuClan it’s all about.
. . since a swarm of hornets buzzing through the scene. . .
Penertrant and just go on forever, he sucks his fingers through his piece!
With much shouting and Gitarrengelärme, he is after 10
minutes in combat then it moves to the soft.
Can you see the herd..? run into the sword
coming down from far, looking out for war
run, run,run . . .
coming from the dark with greedy hands of fire
they get up in the morning driven from desire
they`re exhausted firehands
far, far, far far away . . .
hey, yea – see their hands of fire
runn. . .
running all along and anhead
one in the hand and one in the head
? ? ?
yea, yea, yea you run. . .
oh, oh, oh you breezing low. . .
you try to sleep this night
but hear the ticking of your watch
then wri,wri,wri,wri,writing it down
then wri,wri,wri,wri,writing it down
Dadudiddidubadiddidubadiddiduba
. . .they`re coming near again . . .
do,do,do,do,don`t. . .
This cut is an exception because it is -not as usual with BuDu, and conceptually wanted – was developed spontaneously out of the moment. The first set comes from a contemporaneous finished solo production, glides into a bandversion. There is so much to say. . . But who today will still listen to the time and the interest 17:50 minutes?
Content pulse is the “oceanic feeling”, which delivers unreservedly the waves of emotions. . . . boundless love and endless grief. . . Something you can not think up, things can only grow and that takes time! . . . and takes BuDu profusely. . . Those who are wondering when it starts because times are not this cut can understand .. . . . The “Phillip Glass fans” will be rocking and the “rockers” to spherical – and so sits BuDu where it belongs: “between all stools.” . .
BuDu makes anyway everything always spontaneous and surprising. . . anything but the classical part, the terms otherwise very strictly through-composed solo productions, returns are now the “fertilization direction” to. Was previously always BuDu fertilized by themes of solo work, now BuDu fertilizes ! Now, there are three possible final versions for this this classic set : “cute / powerful / dance” – “sad / desperate” or “angry / violent / warlike”, they are allowed to develop each of the flow of the game and the momentary mood out … and therefore have a high degree of authenticity in mind.
BuDu brave defies so-called “professional stageacts”.
Anyone who is interested in classical guitar concerts, should visit http://redsongs.de in the CLASSIC department.
A “musical conversation” of a special kind. . .
From far away comes the guitar, the bass hits, then the drums
. . . and off you go!
As a whisper in your ear. . . unusual only, the type of
screams like a madman – and “wrong” is entirely accurate,
because that is with volume gain a better understanding,
is known, is not in moments of emotional arousal rarely
Forgot.
As the story progresses, it is then also painful
. experience . . the outcome of battle is indeed a victory at best
– The erhofte understanding, or even love is not in this way
to obtain.
After all the excitement of the common walk then ends
-against better judgment – hopelessly in “fight on”. . .
For connoisseurs, there is a “32-minute long version”, in addition to a
Bass solo, the flow of this piece depicts unabridged. more. . .
Free –experimentallyto the max !! BuDuClanmakesno songsabout freedom,BuDuClantriesto be...Voila! On asubject that“came flying“straight,(andeveryschool bandcanplay),BuDulurcheswith unitedplayfulnessin depthand diverseelicitsdazzlingcolorsand atmospheres...–And does notshy awaywhena horde of“drunkRussians“want to dancetothis topicpolka... Thisisespeciallystraight “atonal“Included– ifit isbecausethespontaneous expressionpulseuseful. The “4th man” in our trio ( the looper, which I`m the only one
who really likes ), can`t be denied his worth in this track.
These two “weird birds” met in my kitchen. . .
Both came to me in different ways and the story how they did it
is so bizarre that it’ s worth to be told:
Some time ago I saw on TV the tragic death throes of a extinct Ornitokairos, that became so old that he could find no more females to mate. He raised his powerless wing once again for a last time, not less dramatic than the last scene of Capt’n Ahab ( Mobidick): he disappeared in the expanse of the sea, bound to the whale that he hated and “waving” beeing already dead. I told this story to a friend, who was so kind to take a picture of a Ornitokairos when visiting the Ethological museum.
I must have shown this a to a BuDufan, who bought an object of a danish artist from his hollydays as a present.
This way, both came into my kitchen.
Until much later, this story has been transformed into music. Lui one of our guest bassist, is also an oblique, funny bird.. .That was the moment to make this story even sound. . . .
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