c-Horse
6th June 2002, 23:03
Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001
Subject: 10days off, Gent, Day 2 - the funk of haunting spirits
As posted on http://www.appletree.be/Parties/10days/10days_1_frame.htm
Off to the café. Thomas Brinkmann was already performing. His live act is like his set : industrial stripped-to-the-bone techno, no boom-boom-boom but tak-tot-tak-tok-tak techno like a woodpecker picking into a tree. And man, the crowd. Not a lot of people, the place certainly wasn't packed, but all very motivated and enthusiast. Just the way I like it. Sharing grooves and filter tips, Red Bull and Vodka, no need for words to be united in thoughts. A very intelligent set, humoristic even. Starting off with an almost a-rythmic sample, adding some bliiiiips :-) here, some boings there, and before you know it the funk is in da house. At the end of his set ( warm hands together from the crowd included ) he played some CD, cuz Cristjan Fögel wasn't there yet apparently. So in came Jaimie Lidell. Most impressive performance I witnessed these last years. He started off with a sample that seemed to contain everything except a beat and a rythm. He shouted, no, spitted, into the mike, sampled it, looped it et voilÃ*, a new groove was born. Not 4X4 but 7.12 X 4.54 X 3.1415. Then he started singing, loud, locked up in his own world, distorted. Off the planet, in his own cozy world where melody is in the ear of the beholder, Saint Vitus dancing in the dark, at first a little timid ( "mama, what will these people think of me ?" ) but when the crowd got into it, in his raving contained madness, goin' harder and harder, higher and higher. Amazing how some people can express themselves with such energy they can lit up an entire crowd. Bam ! Everybody went to Nutsville and the cheering, rather calm in the beginning ( "just to look cool and make people see I am into this I'm gonna clap" ) went to euphoric in the end. He performed "cut the phone" with such energy .... shivers down my spine I tell you. Jaimie Lidell
: put this name in big in your agenda, party people. Also nice : at 5h45 he was still on the dancefloor, partying along. The ideal son in law if you see him. Until he performs. The guy comes up, says hey!, pushes a button or two on one of his child piano's ( John Cooper Clark ! ) or cheap casio's, and transforms in a funkhungry explosion of inward bouncing limbs, head and tapdancing feet. Add to that a human beat box act Ã* la snowwhite's 7 darves. This guy is a white Busta Rhymes without a marketing plan, stripped from all macho attitude, from all hype. It's just him and the sounds in his head. We all witnessed the funk doctor getting even with his demons, materialising his haunting spirits before us. Let there be ectoplasma! Oh demons of the dance, APPEAR ! Appear I tell you !
Next : on three decks, ladies and gentlemen, Cristian Vogel. Pffffffoooooeoeoeoeoeeoeoeoeoe oe. Everything below my knees melted together to a deep dark watery substance made to float on. Yesterday at seven days ( breakCore, acid ), it was like I was operating a huge drilling machine, trying to get it under control, this evening, I was captivated by an alien tribe who took me to planet Funktech. Minimal tunes, listen to the individual components and you'll ear nothing but metal sounds, a refridgerator spinning, a piece of metal hit with a hammer, a car that starts, a fork being turned around on a plate - wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiii. But put all these sounds together, stop listening with you ears, and you got yourself one hell of a funky melody, one that makes you reach out for that ultimate grooveboy that's in all of us. Strange how everyday sounds can be combined into a wonderful soundscape that contains that much harmony. Snakepeople unite ! Swirl and curl until you can no more, twist your elbows, shake your booty.
And harmony it was, the crowd was really into it, thanks mister Lidell, thanks mister Vogel, this must have been one of the highlights of my dancing days. Went home by foot around 05h45, and I was really glad walking home to ear the birds whistle, the treeleaves swishing, the cars gently passing by. I live at 20 minutes by foot from the Vooruit, and I never walked this path in such a fulfilled mood.
Subject: 10days off, Gent, Day 2 - the funk of haunting spirits
As posted on http://www.appletree.be/Parties/10days/10days_1_frame.htm
Off to the café. Thomas Brinkmann was already performing. His live act is like his set : industrial stripped-to-the-bone techno, no boom-boom-boom but tak-tot-tak-tok-tak techno like a woodpecker picking into a tree. And man, the crowd. Not a lot of people, the place certainly wasn't packed, but all very motivated and enthusiast. Just the way I like it. Sharing grooves and filter tips, Red Bull and Vodka, no need for words to be united in thoughts. A very intelligent set, humoristic even. Starting off with an almost a-rythmic sample, adding some bliiiiips :-) here, some boings there, and before you know it the funk is in da house. At the end of his set ( warm hands together from the crowd included ) he played some CD, cuz Cristjan Fögel wasn't there yet apparently. So in came Jaimie Lidell. Most impressive performance I witnessed these last years. He started off with a sample that seemed to contain everything except a beat and a rythm. He shouted, no, spitted, into the mike, sampled it, looped it et voilÃ*, a new groove was born. Not 4X4 but 7.12 X 4.54 X 3.1415. Then he started singing, loud, locked up in his own world, distorted. Off the planet, in his own cozy world where melody is in the ear of the beholder, Saint Vitus dancing in the dark, at first a little timid ( "mama, what will these people think of me ?" ) but when the crowd got into it, in his raving contained madness, goin' harder and harder, higher and higher. Amazing how some people can express themselves with such energy they can lit up an entire crowd. Bam ! Everybody went to Nutsville and the cheering, rather calm in the beginning ( "just to look cool and make people see I am into this I'm gonna clap" ) went to euphoric in the end. He performed "cut the phone" with such energy .... shivers down my spine I tell you. Jaimie Lidell
: put this name in big in your agenda, party people. Also nice : at 5h45 he was still on the dancefloor, partying along. The ideal son in law if you see him. Until he performs. The guy comes up, says hey!, pushes a button or two on one of his child piano's ( John Cooper Clark ! ) or cheap casio's, and transforms in a funkhungry explosion of inward bouncing limbs, head and tapdancing feet. Add to that a human beat box act Ã* la snowwhite's 7 darves. This guy is a white Busta Rhymes without a marketing plan, stripped from all macho attitude, from all hype. It's just him and the sounds in his head. We all witnessed the funk doctor getting even with his demons, materialising his haunting spirits before us. Let there be ectoplasma! Oh demons of the dance, APPEAR ! Appear I tell you !
Next : on three decks, ladies and gentlemen, Cristian Vogel. Pffffffoooooeoeoeoeoeeoeoeoeoe oe. Everything below my knees melted together to a deep dark watery substance made to float on. Yesterday at seven days ( breakCore, acid ), it was like I was operating a huge drilling machine, trying to get it under control, this evening, I was captivated by an alien tribe who took me to planet Funktech. Minimal tunes, listen to the individual components and you'll ear nothing but metal sounds, a refridgerator spinning, a piece of metal hit with a hammer, a car that starts, a fork being turned around on a plate - wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiii. But put all these sounds together, stop listening with you ears, and you got yourself one hell of a funky melody, one that makes you reach out for that ultimate grooveboy that's in all of us. Strange how everyday sounds can be combined into a wonderful soundscape that contains that much harmony. Snakepeople unite ! Swirl and curl until you can no more, twist your elbows, shake your booty.
And harmony it was, the crowd was really into it, thanks mister Lidell, thanks mister Vogel, this must have been one of the highlights of my dancing days. Went home by foot around 05h45, and I was really glad walking home to ear the birds whistle, the treeleaves swishing, the cars gently passing by. I live at 20 minutes by foot from the Vooruit, and I never walked this path in such a fulfilled mood.