Monday, March 22, 2010

The first paragraph

of a rejected article.



And now, as we look back, us all ‘musicians’ (of course), we can say, without even a hint of reservation or irony, that things were simply better in this ambiguous moment we choose to call ‘then.’ It’s not even that the 1980’s were quantifiably ‘better,’ in even the vaguest of senses; but to think back on something like Creation Records – something, for many of us, and I hesitate to admit this, but something that came and went before many of us were even born – is to immediately confront that now-plastic image of a moment outside of history, in the sense that it cannot be approached, singularly, as ‘document’ (even as ‘music’), but only, and necessarily, as untenable sensation…

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Ink

I wanted to speak the beautiful language of my century.



V.O. Permild: Long had [Asger Jorn] asked me, if I couldn’t find an unconventional material for the book cover. Preferably some sticky asphalt or perhaps glass wool. Kiddingly, he wanted, that by looking at people, you should be able to tell whether or not they had had the book in their hands. He acquiesced by my final suggestion: sandpaper (flint) nr. 2: ‘Fine. Can you imagine the result when the book lies on a blank polished mahogany table, or when it's inserted or taken out of the bookshelf. It planes shavings off the neighbour's desert goat.