1. Brian Eno: The Ship
2. David Bowie: Blackstar
3. Vijay Iyer & Wadada Leo Smith: A Cosmic Rhythm With Each Stroke
4. Jon Balke: Warp
5. Matmos: Ultimate Care II
6. Naqsh Duo: Narrante
7. Van Morrison: It’s Too Late To Stop Now, Vol. II, III & IV
8. Paul Simon: Stranger To Stranger
9. Sturgill Simpson: A Sailor’s Guide To Earth
10. Tindersticks: The Waiting Room
11. Thomas Köner: Tiento de la Luz
12. P. J. Harvey: The Hope Six Demolition Project
13. Darren Hayman: Thankful Villages Vol. 1
14. Jack DeJohnette, Ravi Coltrane, Matthew Garrison: In Movement
15. Glenn Jones: Fleeting*
* … this will be one of my all time favourite guitar solo albums!
Archives: Van Morrison
2016 25 Jun
Michaels Top 15 des ersten Halbjahres 2016
Michael Engelbrecht | Filed under: Blog | RSS 2.0 | TB | Tags: Brian Eno, David Bowie, Glenn Jones, Jack DeJohnette, Jon Balke, Matmos, Naqsh Duo, P.J. Harvey, Paul Simon, Sturgill Simpson, Thomas Köner, Tindersticks, Van Morrison, Vijay Iyer | 5 Comments
2016 8 Feb
Real Life
Manafonistas | Filed under: Blog | RSS 2.0 | TB | Tags: Brian Eno, David Bowie, Howard Devoto, Magazine, Paul Bley, Roger Willemsen, The Manafonistas, The X-Files, Van Morrison | 6 Comments
The first album of the British new wave expressionists of Magazine: wasn’t it called REAL LIFE? It was, wasn’t it? This is no quiz, so don’t bother, don’t look. The explosion of punk and post-punk (first wave of post-punk) was about a certain vision of „real life“, and, get used to it, real life is about the everyday, the lust, the burden, the thrill, the boredom, the fake, the excellence, it’s the agenda of living in wartimes and in protected areas. Have a look at outer space! It’s not funny. Fucking black holes. It’s real. Even here. Like the people you know so well via radio or TV, Roger Willemsen for example, he just died, aged 60. It’s like he went downstairs for a whisky and never came back. He loved jazz. There are no jazz bands in heaven. No cappuccino up there, too. I liked the way he created a sense of wonder. So he’s just another fine guy in a line of fine guys who shared their thoughts, travelled, loved, looked, thought, died. Here we are, in our real lifes left with what is left: a story of long goodbyes, great evenings, vanishing in never ending books, ashes to ashes, ready for love, through with love, listening to Blackstar or Astral Weeks or Taking Tiger Mountain (By Startegy), in Pittsburgh, Glasgow, Hannover, Frankfurt, Düsseldorf, Aachen, Schwerte, Stuttgart, Kronach, Leinfelden. Tutti forgetti? Entropy. Memories. Howard Devoto. Ghosts.
Mulder: I’m thinking maybe it’s time to put away childish things. The sasquatches, the mothmen, the jackalopes. I thought it’s be great to get back to work. But is this really how I want to spend the rest of my days? Chasing after monsters?
Scully: We’ve been given another case, Mulder. It has a monster in it.