Relative
Things CD 1998
[CD rendelés]
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Anguish
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1.
Blow #2 |
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18''
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2.
Nico |
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14''
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3.
Paris |
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20''
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4.
Syrius ß |
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51''
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5.
The heavy one |
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54''
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6.
Anguish |
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13''
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7.
His gloves were cut |
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23''
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8.
Sky << Air |
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34''
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& Ground |
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01''
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10.
The easy one |
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14''
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11.
A'iga |
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18''
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12.
The haircut |
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with
The
Gordian Knot
Mixed Ensemble
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Leo
Records CD LR 250
Bahia Music CDB 042
[selected soundscapes 1994-97]
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Tibor
Szemző – instruments [1-12] and narration [4], Péter Magyar
– drums [1,2,5-11],
TamásTóth – bassguitar [1,5,7,8,11],
András Soós – voice [1], IldiFodor – voice [2],
László Göőz – trombone [1], KornélFeketeKovács
– flugelhorn, [1], Gellért Tihanyi – bassclarinet [3],
TheWHFStrings, [1-3, 12], LiuZhixian – narration [6],
unknown female from the PaiwanTribe (Taiwan) – voice [7], children
from a survivor camp (Kenya) – voice [11]
The
Recordings:
1-3. march/april 1997 at HEAR
Studio by István Horváth
4.december 1996 at HEAR Studio
by István Horváth
5-10.november 1996 at MTV
Studio by István Petőházi
11.february 1995 at Mirage
by László Hortobágyi
12.june 1994 at Duo Sound/Mirage
by Gábor Szurmai and
László Hortobágyi
The
sounscapes have been composed in connection
with the following moving pictures:
1-3.
Maalstroom by Péter Forgács 1997
4.
Class Lot by Péter Forgács 1997
5-10. The Way by Ferenc Moldoványi
1996
11. The
Last World by Ádám Csillag 1995
12. Meanwhile
Somewhere by Péter Forgács 1994
Special
thanks to Lumenfilm / Cesar Messemaker
All
music composed by Tibor Szemző c & p BIEM /Artisjus
Artwork: Kiff Doso/Y 21
Produced by Attila Bognár and Ernő
Mesterházy
Executive producer: Leo Feigin
THE
TEXTS
[4]
a fragment of "Aquarius" by Béla Hamvas
(translation from the original
Hungarian)
[...]
It is said there is a celestial body in the universe, a single, the
Sirius Beta, cold and dead star, a lustreless, heatless, motionless
body, where the atoms, tossed about and piled on one another, in disarray,
as on a colossal junk-heap, rest perished. This is Sirius Beta, material
par excellence.
[...]
When man becomes materialist, in
other words, begins to believe that the world was and is of matter and
he adheres to this material, and clings to it, and to him the material
means gravity, environment, desire, religion, then man begins to feel
obscurely that he is also a fallen and discarded, degraded and broken
being tossed aside and on a junk-heap, stripped from contact with the
spiritual forces of nature, detached from the cosmos, aborted through
terrible catastrophe, his spiritual concern lost, and so he reverts
and sinks.[...]
[6]
Mr. Liu Zhixian about his life
(translation from the original
Chinese)
One day unexpectedly an assembly was called at the teachers training
collage where I thought. All the teachers, students and employees where
there. The principal pointed at me and said: "You are a counter-revolutionary!
Admit to it in front of all the people here." Good heavens! How could
I suddenly become a counter-revolutionary! Counter-revolutionaries were
imprisoned, the worst villains were even executed. With the help of
the principal the students listed my crimes: I have
turned against the communist party
and socialism. I wear slippers, I possess a suit and tie, I urinate
to the washbasin. Although infuriated I didn't dare to speak. I let
myself be taken by the deluge of abuse. With many fellow-teachers I
have become "demon of cattle" and "spirit of snake". We were put into
a "cow-shed" that is the prison. The revolutionaries watching over the
cultural revolution took power over the school. We were punished by
being sent to the faraway mountains to do enforced labour in the cornfields
called re-educationary work. My classical Chinese literary
books were put down as feudal, capitalistic,
revisionist trash and were confiscated. They deprived me of my liberty.
In those days it was said: "One must live according to the rules only.
One mustn't say or do things as one pleases." Slowly I lost my self-esteem
and my set of normal values. I retracted all my views fear seized me.
I was living in constant terror. Nights were an agony. The revolutionaries
could come any time to finish with me, to humiliate me, to beat me,
to kick me. But I couldn't commit suicide. It's not worth it. It's too
painful.
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