Rinus van Alebeek

Illustrated version of - In Berlin or On Tour+

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Sleepy Time Gorilla's in Tarcento, 14th of April 2007

picture by Giulia S. @ Hybrida, Tarcento

When in Tarcento, I went out for a walk to see the town that advertises itself as the pearl of the Friuli. Friuli is the Italian region in the very north east of Italy, close to the Austrian and Slovenian borders. Being pictoresque and remote in Italy results very often in e very regional policy, that emphasises on the local food and wine and warheroes to make clear their position in Italian culture. To those people the rest of the world is a picture in a glossy magazine or a holiday destination. On the piazza of Tarcento to some of those locals the rest of the world starts at about two kilometers from center, at the trainstation.

Hybrida is an organisation that must be known in some very remote corners of our globe. Their spirit, enthousiasm and expertise have made Tarcento one of the places in Europe where visiting groups or artists from the other side of the ocean find a welcoming home and a stage to present their work. Sleepy Time Gorilla Museum is a group from the westcoast of the United States. They played in Paris and in the very prestigious Bimhuis in Amsterdam on their recent tour, but also somewhere in the north-east of Italy, where trains arive three times a day.

But also where more then a few of the inhabitants have big houses with big gardens and a big dog in it. All together they have composed this sad story . It is in Italian. It will tell you how an initiative financed by the European Community resulted in a breeding place for artists and artigians. The abandoned caserna that they chose to run their activities hosted also a hostel and a restaurant, a museum and Hybrida itself, whose staff organises seminars, concerts, conferences and so on.

It was financed by the European Community, because Europe is a bit bigger then the north-east of Italy. And when you lift your nose from the map, you will see that Tarcento holds a unique position in the south middle east of Europe. To some of us travelling troubadours it is a portal to the former Jugoslavian countries and even further south to Istanbul. Also Graz, Vienna and Budapest are on the same trail. One doesn't have to explain that in this constellation even small places like Tarcento start to shine like big stars.

The local government will close the place. To the people of Hybrida this might result in a small diaspora. The good news is that their activities have inspired other people in the region to start organising shows regularly. Small venues come into existence. Thanks Francesco, Alessandro, Giulia, I am sure we will meet again. And I am sure it will happen in this life and not in another one.

Meanwhile sleepy time gorilla museum had their show when I played in Tarcento. Progrock their music is called. It referred to a kind of music that I learned to hate when I was in my teens. It was just too complicated, mostly made by musicians who were at least seven years older. In the early years of the seventees, those seven years covered a lifetime. And the gap was canyonlike. The then progressive rock music sounded more like the end of an era. With every intelligent rif the access to the past got locked. And then these musicians became accountants or so, and they disappeared into oblivion.

This resulted in lots of memories when I was watching the concert, and when the concert was done I was rather confused. How could such nice people play such a boring music? But then I started to relisten and found lots of catchy melodies. I was singing one of them when I was clearing my table. I definitely have to hear them again, and hopefully I will meet them when they come to Europe next time.

However greetings to all of you, it was really nice meeting you. Carla must have dreamed of it, ever sínce she knew that she was going to Italy: She stood in one of the big windows of the concert hall, played her violin, while looking at a tiny village and the mountains that rose behind it. Down below a small river washed away the sounds.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Time for a Commercial Break

picture by Magnus Schaefer

First read this fifty/fifty
The box you see on the picture is the confection of the cassette. We (Harold Schellinx and me) sold it to Magnus Schaefer for fifty minutes of recording. We made this special price, because the box came without the cassette player. Magnus promised to buy one, and to record this adventure on cassette.

Now the tape is ready. He has bought a walkman (see picture above) on the fleemarket at the mauerpark in Berlin; it costed him 3 euro. It functions as well, though sometimes it doesn't. The inbuilt microphone is okay, but the recordbutton doesn't work. It is twice as big as a normal walkman, therefore doesn't fit in the box. A special feature is a deep hum that appears when the walkman is without his cassette. The frequency and intensity can be changed with the volume.
The recordings of the acquisition were made with a 30-years old "standard radio company"-cassetterecorder, very big, very heavy, a bit kaputt. The microphone was outside the bag, and the recording device in the bag on the luggage carrier of his bicycle.

The tape starts of with his failed attempt to buy a walkman on the fleemarket in schlesischen strasse, corner cuvrystrasse in kreuzberg. His attempt failed, because the fleemarket doesn't exist anymore. Then we will hear his bicycleride through kreuzberg, goerlitzer park and wrangelkiez.

A day later he takes the u-bahn to prenzlauer berg, records this trip and also his walk to the mauerpark, and then the actual walking around surrounded by voices speaking different languages. And then he encounters the walkman and buys it.

Total running time: 50 minutes.

Markus Schaefer writes for Vital Weekly.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Sunday 29 April in Paris/ Dimanche 29 Avril en Paris


Friday, April 13, 2007

Cologne, 4th of April - Tapemosphere number 9

picture by michael peters

Imagine a big L-shaped room with high windows, a courtyard that could be anywhere, a wooden floor like you see on this picture, a small table at the right shoulder side of the photographer, where Harold and Béla, Balz and I had our extended breakfast. Imagine this room at night, and me waking up in a dream. I found myself lying on the floor, next to my matress and saw the shadowing figures of Béla and Balz. They were whispering words I couldn't hear.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Tarcento 15th April 2007, very early morning

Picture by Giulia S. at Hybrida, Tarcento

There is something about being on tour. I left Wuppertal at the gates of dawn, to arrive in Ljubljana in the evening. Then I slept twelve hours and was back to normal again. But in Tarcento all got mixed up again.
The green liquid in front of me is a special grappa with a rosmarine taste. Grappa is one of the good things that comes from the very north east of Italy. Good grappa will be served to you only by good people. That night I slept three hours. But that made for some good hallucinations the day after.