Beitrag #296
10.04.2018, 15:09
Präpariertes Klavier ist wirklich etwas, das Spaß macht 
Nebenbei fällt mir da ein, ich habe einmal ein excellentes Solokonzert von György Szabados gehört, wo er Minimal Music spielte. Sonst war er ja mehr als Jazzer bekannt.
Having reached their town, they put me in a very dark room which was under the ground, as such rooms are very common in the "Bush of Ghosts". After a while they changed me to a blind man and then rubbed my body with their palms which were sharp as sand paper and were slightly scraping me as dulled sand paper. Having left that they were cutting the flesh of my body with their sharp finger-nails which were long at about four inches, so I was crying bitterly for much pain. Again after a little while they left that and then my eyes opened as before, but I saw nobody there with me in this doorless room who was ill-treating me like that. Immediately my eyes opened there I saw about a thousand snakes which almost covered me, although they did not attempt to bite me at all. It was in this doorless room which is in undergrounds I first saw my life that the biggest and longest among these snakes which was acting as a director for the rest vomited a kind of coloured lights from his mouth on to the floor of this room. These lights shone to every part of the room and also to my eyes, and after all of the snakes saw me clearly through the lights then they disappeared at once with the lights and then the room became dark as before.
(Excerpt from: Amos Tutùọlá: My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. London: Faber 1954: 67)
Excerpt from: Brian Eno & David Byrne: My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (1981): "The Carrier":
Nebenbei fällt mir da ein, ich habe einmal ein excellentes Solokonzert von György Szabados gehört, wo er Minimal Music spielte. Sonst war er ja mehr als Jazzer bekannt.
Having reached their town, they put me in a very dark room which was under the ground, as such rooms are very common in the "Bush of Ghosts". After a while they changed me to a blind man and then rubbed my body with their palms which were sharp as sand paper and were slightly scraping me as dulled sand paper. Having left that they were cutting the flesh of my body with their sharp finger-nails which were long at about four inches, so I was crying bitterly for much pain. Again after a little while they left that and then my eyes opened as before, but I saw nobody there with me in this doorless room who was ill-treating me like that. Immediately my eyes opened there I saw about a thousand snakes which almost covered me, although they did not attempt to bite me at all. It was in this doorless room which is in undergrounds I first saw my life that the biggest and longest among these snakes which was acting as a director for the rest vomited a kind of coloured lights from his mouth on to the floor of this room. These lights shone to every part of the room and also to my eyes, and after all of the snakes saw me clearly through the lights then they disappeared at once with the lights and then the room became dark as before.
(Excerpt from: Amos Tutùọlá: My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. London: Faber 1954: 67)
Excerpt from: Brian Eno & David Byrne: My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (1981): "The Carrier":