Tuesday, October 10, 2017

if you want to get a hat, get a head.

may it please the court:

[answering the question when applying to join is mandatory]

we do hope to have the extreme pleasure of your presence and insight.

Friday, September 22, 2017

all you can eat. consciously, mind you.

"ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the proof of the pudding is under the crust."

a paroxysm of prestidigitation produces the perpendicular product of pulchritudinous (perhaps, particularly parsimonious) perspicacity:


please place your paws pleasantly, perceptively and presently in pretty proximate proximity.

promote prodigiously!


Thursday, September 21, 2017

loose lips and wagging tongues for your edification and utilisation.

delight, merriment and general joyousness abound here at Simply Superior Mansions, where we have popped many virtual corks on which we now float, resplendent not only in divergence but in the knowledge that the long-threatened and indeed promised manifestation of Complemation Conversation is now available to those outside these particular walls. please point your electronic apparatus of whatever flavour or persuasion to:


please spread the tidings far and wide, so that these efforts might illuminate as many dark corners as possible in this particular set of interlocking vales, and benefit and merit both accumulate and disperse. all at the same time. yes.

you are sincerely and profusely thanked for your attention, dear Fuzzy-Headed Personages.

[UPDDATE September 26, 2017]

squeaking with Mark Fell:


[UPDATE October 4, 2017]

communications, verbally speaking, from Heiða Eiríksdóttir:


Sunday, September 17, 2017

*then*, we were 6.

discovered in the debris left from the disaster last year. I even drew the main man himself but was somewhat fanciful regarding the colour of his spacesuit. a taste of things to come, perhaps. presented for entertainment purposes only. maybe.

Andrew Mark Mckenzie, Gosforth Primary School. all his own work.

Monday, September 11, 2017

something (X) this way, comes.

"Nonunitarily conceptual, eternally self-regenerative, Scenario Universe's "here" differentialing, and "there" integrating complex of nonsimultaneous  and only partially overlapping energy inter transforming episodes and their interdependent effects complementations, always and only operate as (a) angularly convergent, gravitationally imperative, substantiative, structural-systems' concentrating, and (b) angularly divergent, radiantly extortive, entropic, destruction dispersing, and never in the always and only immutable frame of behavioural data reference of conventional education's  and academic science's three only omni-interperpendicularly, self-interacting sets of always only interparalleled, eternally extensive, absolutely straight lines, which straight lines are 180-degree angles. Nature uses only waves---never straight lines."
                                                                                                                                       R. Buckminster Fuller

hand-drawn sketch for forthcoming 'attraction.'

Thursday, August 10, 2017

frying pan, fire.


come and argue, ask, discuss, blether, and generally distend your thinking or non-thinking capacities way past their bedtime.

You Are Invited!

NB - no one will be accepted as a member if they do not answer the question asked....!

because he said so.

"when an artistic tradition reaches the point when literally "anything goes," those who want to be creative have a problem: there are no fixed rules to rebel against, no complacent expectations to shatter, nothing to subvert, no background against which to something that is both surprising and yet meaningful. it helps to *know* the tradition if you want to subvert it. that's why so few dabblers  or novices succeed in coming up with anything truly creative." (Daniel C. Dennett)

Monday, July 3, 2017

I wish you were here with me now.

alas, alack, nothing to be done.

Estonian project cancelled., due to lack of interest.

thanks, everyone.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

the meeting of tones.

for many years, I have been giving the example of "just intonation" as the Everly Brothers. such was their accuracy of intonation, I saw a documentary (which I have not seen for years) where they were performing in a clip, one of their famous tunes. the documentary then cut to them 30years later, and the song continued without any noticeable change.

their harmonies are unique in 'pop' music, and finally, I have encountered an example: here you have the brothers' harmonies (about 3mins 20 - and many examples later on) 'beating' with each other. not aware of any other examples. utter beauty.

(no, it's not the old recording, they did this many times)


Friday, June 30, 2017

last person to leave, please turn the lights off.

with great sadness and regret, the workshop and performance "'''''''" in Sweden has been cancelled, hopefully to be rescheduled at some point either later this year or sometime during next. I feel it to be so strange a situation as regards the fact that this is the third failed attempt to have this manifest in that country. no matter.

sincere thanks to all that expressed interest and all that tried to get this to occur.

Monday, May 15, 2017

oh yes it is.

as predicted (thanks to Aleksas for the link):


The liner notes state clearly that listening on headphones or compressing the recordings on Normally into MP3 format will render the music ineffective. I figured this was bullshit, but my attempts so far have supported this statement.


many years ago, I had to read the entire documentation regarding the .mp3 format, as it was just being released. I could see then, that it was 'incorrect' - that is, there were a number of premises about hearing that were not feasible. and so we see that the truth will out. now, do I get anyone understanding one of the chief reasons I do not wish Hafler Trio material on .mp3?

Friday, May 5, 2017

"oh, you are sick!"

just add gout for the perfect picture. and stop telling me it's all in my head. ok? and stop abusing / misinterpreting the word "karma."

yes, things do happen, even though...

"Never Eat Anything Bigger Than Your Own Head" = residential education instruction and design

demonstration of techniques involved, entitled "Sly Man's Pill" at both locations at the end of the course. 9-hours duration. in Estonia, this will take place at Raikkula Manor.

websites will be set up in the near future concerning these matters.   

             The Pipe Factory, dates to be announced, possibly 23rd September.

Venjulega: soon. very soon. generosity has been forthcoming regarding supplying and funding the repair of damaged equipment, which has been holding up everything. all material has been re-done now 7 times, and that is enough, methinks. I heartily recommend transferring all your old DVD/CD backups to disk as soon as possible. I have lost many Terabytes of data because the technology that promised "forever" simply does not live up its promises. big surprise, but if it happens to you, then...

"How To Destroy the Past by Explaining It" = series of publications dealing with every single Hafler Trio release. exhaustive. formats not decided. comments invited.

A permanent location for the creation and manifestation of the Complemation principle is underway if you are interested in participating in such a venture, please inquire.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

not forgotten.

Mika, you are even now, missed.

you told me that Pansonic were formed after meeting Ilpo and he was playing one of my records in Turku.

you slid under the table and disappeared for a week.

not easy to do in Iceland.

I wish we had done more together.

you were the brother I never had.

2001, Reykjavík.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

all our yesterdays.

hunk(ee)y David Bunting Tibet as "bodyguard" in 1982 for the methadone-flop William S. Burroughs. and if you want to know more about that, you need to look elsewhere, or unlock the pathetic silence over this period. the same crap is going on today, as the histories are being written and swallowed by people that weren't even alive when this was happening. and of course, even the people that say they were there, weren't, and are the last people standing. so they create the 'truth'.

anyway, nice picture.

later that night (or one of those first two nights of Thee Final Academy, October 1992 1982)  - we sold the tickets for the last two because it was crap) I saw David at the Ritzy in Brixton with his then girlfriend Sue Catwoman (yes, her). I gave him a 1/4 bottle of whisky and he disappeared into the small lake of grey-shirted, sort-of-Hare-Krishna devotees, awaiting the first PTV performance, ever.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

not forgotten.

the late and sorely missed Henrik Mxll and Rasmus Juel at Louisiana, 2009. includes h3o material. but is wonderful, even so.


the last time I saw him. thanks to Lulu for the photo.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

oh Ye of little faith...

are you sitting comfortably? then I'll begin...

once upon a time, long, long ago, but not so  long ago that it has faded into the quicksand of what I laughingly sometimes refer to as "my memory," there was an entity with the bright and breezy appellation, "The Hafler Trio." not for us to debate where that particular labelling arose at this time: all will become clear in the end, at some later date. their uncountable exploits and meandering attempts to free the universe of suffering will be recounted at tedious and overpowering length someday by someone better equipped to rouse the empathy required to even slightly comprehend it.

be that as it may (and it most certainly may), the various humanoids associated with the project were not limited to the three; nay, and indeed double nay. rather than less than a Trio, it was, in fact many. one of their number was a splendid, unsurpassed loony and man of loveliness rejoicing in the name Alan Cook. of this personage, a book could and should be written; it has been many moons since his whereabouts were known to Your Friend and Humble Narrator, and so that job cannot be done. but a man as large as life and twice as dangerous - a man who wished no applause or recognition for his incredible, jaw-dropping Dadaist acts and behaviour which was, apparently, impossible for him to turn off.

This writer was wont to partake of this stream of wonder in Sheffield, in person, from time to time, having been introduced by one Christopher Richard Watson, he having been an instigator of what was to become the h3o project, and so it was that one balmy day, after many adventures indoors and out, that we were whiling away the time between acts of nonsense on a grand scale and the departure of the bus back to Newcastle Upon Tyne. suitably lubricated by various methods and substances, as befits this period, ambling and yes, slightly stumbling along the Sheffield streets, lightbulb above the great man's head manifests: TO WESTERN WORKS WE JOURNEY!

and Lo, we were indeed on the edge of the area which in times past had been populated by The Little Nestors, the silversmiths of Sheffield in 'better' days, and was now home to The Western Works - the name of the studio where Cabaret Voltaire, well-known beat-combo of yesteryear of which the previously mentioned C. R. Watson had been a member of, had been established for some time [the legendary Robol was a bit further down the street]. "We'll go and see Richard and Mal!" quoth the tall, imposing, full-bearded Mr. Cook. and so we sallied forth. and would you Adam and Eve it? they were at 'home'! the ever-paranoid Richard H. Kirk and his gorgeousness Stephen Mallinder ["the best-looking man in Pop" according to Paul Morley] were indeed present, and having not seen Alan for some time, and not knowing YHN very well at all, the atmosphere was "weird."

backtrack: in the beginning of the h3o, Mr. Watson shared some items of the past with YHN. one of these was a tape of a soundtrack to a film called "Chance Versus Causality." although a small section of this was released as the B-side (how quaint that seems to type that now!) of a 7" single (ditto!) named "Silent Command" in 1979, the full, approximately 45min item had never seen the light of day. this, YHN enthused, could be done through the agency of Touch, the multimedia (for want of a better word) outfit that YHN had set up with Jon Wozencroft and Gary Mouat. CRW hummed and hawed, chastened to the extreme by his experience (unpleasant, that is) in the cesspool of The Record Industry, but YHN continued, as he always did, to badger the former about this again and again. as was CRW's style, he would put off actually speaking to his erstwhile former compares about the matter by saying he "was going to do it soon."

YHN had found the maker of the film, Babeth Mondini (now, here with the correct spelling of her second name) in Amsterdam though the mighty Z'EV, who knew her, after CRW said that CV had no idea where she was, and so permission to release would be difficult. obstacle removed, thus. Touch was dedicated at that time to excellence in audio and visual production, and so objections on that score were throttled at birth.

fast forward: YHN and The Very Reverend A. Cook stood before the other two-thirds of the equation as regards this potentially excellent release, and the former idiot opened his big fat mouth and asked if Chris had spoken to them about it. something was mumbled about them releasing it on their own label, Doublevision and exit stage right the largest two people in the room.

a week later, CRW 'resigns' the Hafler Trio operation with a letter which was previously published on the internet some years ago.

still reading? eye candy coming up. promise.

as the years drew on, YHN was approached by some that shall remain nameless to bootleg the item, after further negotiations with CV had failed - the project having never been released on Doublevision, that having collapsed under the weight of one Paul Smith, whose name should strike terror into the hearts of those with even the barest acquaintance with him. frustration ensued, and artwork and a master were prepared. and so, without further ado, and to finally get rid of this nonsense, here is the rough artwork prepared at that time (ca. 2002). don't ask for the tape. I couldn't give it to you even if I could find it. I leave it to the gentle reader to examine, should they have the inclination, and to work out the references and synchronicities involved with this apparently simple design. good day to all.

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