60 Years ago, the Berlin Wall was built. 32 years ago, it was torn down. It transformed into happiness, regret, opportunity, denial ... and many more things.

This is the first truely experimental soundpiece in a long time. I‘m very happy with it, as it presents the kind of sound i set out to do in the first place. It is back to the roots and start walking the path again.

something ... reflecting bagck — experimental … using / playing with a new software

the inaug thing  – in 5 words it would be:

uıɐƃɐ ʇɐǝɹƃ op uɐɔ ǝʍ

but ... this piece is exhausting

it's as exhausting as the division between people of different political opinion in the united state, in the world you could say. so there it is: two inauguration speeches - Trump's and Obama's - side by side, talking different things and yet sometimes the same. and it is hard to bear listening to this. as hard as listening to people who don't talk to each other, but rather talk their points. Not seeking common ground, but to succeed.

This is an audio-piece I did after reading Franz Kafka's „Passers-by“. Since it goes along with a heavy soundscape, i would call it an enhanced reading – in German. You can read the original text and the translation below. It was definitely fun doing it.

Franz Kafka - Die Vorüberlaufenden 

Wenn man in der Nacht durch eine Gasse spazieren geht, und ein Mann, von weitem schon sichtbar — denn die Gasse vor uns steigt an und es ist Vollmond -, uns entgegenläuft, so werden wir ihn nicht aufpacken, selbst wenn er schwach und zerlumpt ist, selbst wenn jemand hinter ihm läuft und schreit, sondern wir werden ihn weiterlaufen lassen.

Denn es ist Nacht, und wir können nicht dafür, daß die Gasse im Vollmond vor uns aufsteigt, und überdies, vielleicht haben diese zwei die Hetze zu ihrer Unterhaltung veranstaltet, vielleicht verfolgen beide einen dritten, vielleicht wird der erste unschuldig verfolgt, vielleicht will der zweite morden, und wir würden Mitschuldige des Mordes, vielleicht wissen die zwei nichts voneinander, und es läuft nur jeder auf eigene Verantwortung in sein Bett, vielleicht sind es Nachtwandler, vielleicht hat der erste Waffen.

Und endlich, dürfen wir nicht müde sein, haben wir nicht so viel Wein getrunken? Wir sind froh, daß wir auch den zweiten nicht mehr sehn.

Passers-by

When you go walking by night up a street and a man, visible a long way off--for the street mounts uphill and there is a full moon--comes running towards you, well, you don't catch hold of him, not even if he is a feeble and ragged creature, not even if someone chases yelling at his heels, but you let him run on. 

For it is night, and you can't help it if the street goes uphill before you in the moonlight, and besides, these two have maybe started that chase to amuse themselves, or perhaps they are both chasing a third, perhaps the first is an innocent man and the second wants to murder him and you would become an accessory, perhaps they don't know anything about each other and are merely running separately home to bed, perhaps they are night birds, perhaps the first man is armed. 

And anyhow, haven't you a right to be tired, haven't you been drinking a lot of wine? You're thankful that the second man is now long out of sight.