Monday 23 November 2015
Saturday 21 November 2015
Friday 20 November 2015
Thoroughly enjoyed Robert Henke's Monolake & Lumière II the last couple of nights
Here's a snippet from the encore last night...
...and here's footage of an earlier (2014) version of Lumière @Teatro dei Rinnovati, Siena, Italy
...and here's footage of an earlier (2014) version of Lumière @Teatro dei Rinnovati, Siena, Italy
Thursday 19 November 2015
Wednesday 18 November 2015
Tuesday 17 November 2015
Enemy of Enemies: The Rise of ISIL
Part 2 HERE
The Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) has been truly devastating to those it comes in contact with and bloody to those under its control. Its sudden rise and expansion in 2014 has perplexed many. It has humiliated its enemies, including those in Damascus, Baghdad, Tehran and Washington. Armed with extensive weaponry, boasting an international fighting force and adept in the art of digital media propaganda, the so-called Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant has become the de facto authority across an area the size of Jordan. This two-part series peels back the rhetoric to examine how a volunteer organisation managed to rise up from the ashes of post-invasion Iraq and defeat standing armies many times its size and capacity. How did it begin? How did it grow so astonishingly quickly? And how is it being used by global and regional powers to change the geopolitical map of the Middle East? With critical testimony from informed insiders and experts from across three continents, as well as original footage from Syria and Iraq, this series mixes documentary and discussion to unravel the interweaving nexus of events and alliances, at once aligned and conflicting, that have given rise to the world's most notorious, and powerful, insurgent group. Al Jazeera's former Middle East correspondent, Sue Turton, narrates the documentary and also moderates a studio discussion between Iraq's former national security adviser, Mowaffak al Rubaie; Ali Khedery, special adviser to the Coalition Provisional Authority in Iraq; and Australian journalist and Middle East correspondent, Martin Chulov
Dean Blunt - UK2UK Mix
bangin lemon
back2mine
cookies
ESCROW
pagans ft arca
young blood
bright
breddas
fonda
exit wounds ft dj escrow
'Vous n’aurez pas ma haine' ('You won't have my hatred')
The Bedlam Chamber John Murphy tribute special (Radio Rixdorf)
On Friday 13th November from 20:00 to 22:00 Berlin Time, Jon Evans and Julian Percy together with Nikolas Schreck commemorated their friend in a two hour long tribute with memories and his music. There is a short interview with Annie Stubbs.
John Russell Murphy (11 July 1959 – 11 October 2015), sometimes credited as Jonh Murphy, was an Australian drummer, percussionist and multi-instrumental session musician who played in Australian and British post-punk, ambient and industrial music groups. He was the son of an Australian jazz drummer Russ Murphy who played for many years with the Graeme Bell All Stars, stalwarts of the early Australian music scene.
Tracklist:
NEWS - chop chop chop
Hymn of the satanic empire (cover)
Associates - nude spoons (peel session)
Whirlywirld - sextronics
Shinning Vril - schmerz (cover)
Louis Tillett - children of the cave
Naevus - meat on meat
Orchestra of Skin and Bone - sometimes
Current 93 - maldoror est mort
The Butcher Shop - iron pig
Lark Blames - mondo chimney
The Dumb and the Ugly - atmosphere 145
Last Dominion Lost - S.E.A.T.O
Hugo Klang - beat up the old shack
Knifeladder - suffer in silence
Max Q - concrete
John Murphy / Ben Taylor
Bushpig - speedy's splitting skin
The Grimsel Path - carousel (live)
Nikolas Schreck - tower transmissions (live)
sameheads.com
John Russell Murphy (11 July 1959 – 11 October 2015), sometimes credited as Jonh Murphy, was an Australian drummer, percussionist and multi-instrumental session musician who played in Australian and British post-punk, ambient and industrial music groups. He was the son of an Australian jazz drummer Russ Murphy who played for many years with the Graeme Bell All Stars, stalwarts of the early Australian music scene.
Tracklist:
NEWS - chop chop chop
Hymn of the satanic empire (cover)
Associates - nude spoons (peel session)
Whirlywirld - sextronics
Shinning Vril - schmerz (cover)
Louis Tillett - children of the cave
Naevus - meat on meat
Orchestra of Skin and Bone - sometimes
Current 93 - maldoror est mort
The Butcher Shop - iron pig
Lark Blames - mondo chimney
The Dumb and the Ugly - atmosphere 145
Last Dominion Lost - S.E.A.T.O
Hugo Klang - beat up the old shack
Knifeladder - suffer in silence
Max Q - concrete
John Murphy / Ben Taylor
Bushpig - speedy's splitting skin
The Grimsel Path - carousel (live)
Nikolas Schreck - tower transmissions (live)
sameheads.com
Monday 16 November 2015
IR - Sacred Dub for Nelly Stharre (Dr Das African Anarchist Mix)
An IR track "Sacred Dub for Nelly Stharre: Dr Das African Anarchist Mix" honoring our dead friend and IR conspirator Nelly Stharre who passed away in tragic circumstances. Many thanks to Dr D as for this dub mix and to the vocalists Tohununo, Jimmy Dick and The Ghost. Lyrics written by Tohununo and The Ghost. Music by Dr Das.
Sunday 15 November 2015
Last night in Sydney...
Last night in Sydney, deeply engrossed in a newspaper, I missed my bus stop by a long shot. I looked up to see a neighbourhood I didn't recognise so I dinged the bell and was deposited outside a brightly lit Ferrari dealership.
I called an Uber and it found me there within minutes and me being jaded by cunning detouring cab drivers of the past I insisted my driver use the GPS.
"Ok," he said broad-smiling and tapped the screen, "but GPS, for all it's technology, does not have human common sense. Sometimes I shake my head at it."
I sunk down in the seat and we settled into the usual small talk, his shift hours and workload. I commented on new construction we passed on the site of my favourite old auction house. Sydney is changing fast he told me. Like everywhere I said sounding like a boring old crony. He was from India he said and knew the area well. I looked over and could see even with him sitting down he was small framed, his chin almost in line with the top of the steering wheel.
"Speaking of human common sense," he said bringing it back to the GPS, " I can't understand these who go around killing other people... in cold blood."
Although it's been on everyone's mind today it was still an abrupt shift. He'd dovetailed it into the conversation as if he'd been waiting to. I recognised the moment that sometimes happens in the driver/passenger relationship where the banal switches to the deeply personal, the freedom allowed strangers who are trapped in a finite time period together. I straightened myself in my seat.
"I'm a Muslim," he said almost as a confession, "and this is not what I was taught as a child."
I just sat quietly and listened. It felt like he needed to talk. He said he was praying at a mosque in Zetland when he got my ride request. He'd been praying for most of the day.
"These people say they act under the name of Islam. I've studied religion, theology. The etymology of the word Islam comes from a word that means Peace."
He told me how one of his teachers had explained to him that people will angle teachings of the Koran to reflect their own needs. The finance banker will use certain lines to justify his actions, just as the jihadist will do the same. We talked about how many other religious faiths have been exploited too. I looked over to see him wipe tears from his eyes.
"Doesn't the Koran have a basic law... like the Bible... that says Thou Shalt Not Kill?" I asked.
"Of course!" he exclaimed, "The second highest law says that if you kill a single soul it's like killing the soul of all humanity. If you save a single soul, you save all humanity."
We'd reached our destination, just off King St, but still we sat in the car and talked (he turned the meter off!). Light rain sprinkled the windscreen as we watched the Saturday night revellers stream across the intersection. It felt like we were two cops, from different walks of life, on a movie stakeout.
He quoted Koran verses often brandished by fundamentalists, robbed of their ancient historical context. We mourned the victims in Paris. We mourned the young martyrs whose minds have been brainwashed. "It appeals to their child fantasies," he said. We searched for some kind of coda that could send us both on our ways.
I tried lamely with, "Well, it's just something we all have to accept as part of our lives now."
"What were your first thoughts when you heard the news this morning?" he asked.
"Well to be honest, even though I knew they were all safe, I thought of my own family. And friends," I said striving for a better answer, "I felt devastated for the people involved in Paris. But always in a tragedy I feel a kind of worry for my family and friends."
"That's a value of life!" he said, "That's love! That is the only defence!"
We were both okay to end on that. I closed the door of the car and rushed off to my waiting meal with some of those dear friends. "I just had an emotional Uber experience," I told them, and my mind kept returning to it for the rest of the night. And now today I didn't wanna write this as some kind of statement. I just want to tell you about my brief random conversation with a sad Muslim Sydney Uber driver, who's religion is being taken from him
Via
I called an Uber and it found me there within minutes and me being jaded by cunning detouring cab drivers of the past I insisted my driver use the GPS.
"Ok," he said broad-smiling and tapped the screen, "but GPS, for all it's technology, does not have human common sense. Sometimes I shake my head at it."
I sunk down in the seat and we settled into the usual small talk, his shift hours and workload. I commented on new construction we passed on the site of my favourite old auction house. Sydney is changing fast he told me. Like everywhere I said sounding like a boring old crony. He was from India he said and knew the area well. I looked over and could see even with him sitting down he was small framed, his chin almost in line with the top of the steering wheel.
"Speaking of human common sense," he said bringing it back to the GPS, " I can't understand these who go around killing other people... in cold blood."
Although it's been on everyone's mind today it was still an abrupt shift. He'd dovetailed it into the conversation as if he'd been waiting to. I recognised the moment that sometimes happens in the driver/passenger relationship where the banal switches to the deeply personal, the freedom allowed strangers who are trapped in a finite time period together. I straightened myself in my seat.
"I'm a Muslim," he said almost as a confession, "and this is not what I was taught as a child."
I just sat quietly and listened. It felt like he needed to talk. He said he was praying at a mosque in Zetland when he got my ride request. He'd been praying for most of the day.
"These people say they act under the name of Islam. I've studied religion, theology. The etymology of the word Islam comes from a word that means Peace."
He told me how one of his teachers had explained to him that people will angle teachings of the Koran to reflect their own needs. The finance banker will use certain lines to justify his actions, just as the jihadist will do the same. We talked about how many other religious faiths have been exploited too. I looked over to see him wipe tears from his eyes.
"Doesn't the Koran have a basic law... like the Bible... that says Thou Shalt Not Kill?" I asked.
"Of course!" he exclaimed, "The second highest law says that if you kill a single soul it's like killing the soul of all humanity. If you save a single soul, you save all humanity."
We'd reached our destination, just off King St, but still we sat in the car and talked (he turned the meter off!). Light rain sprinkled the windscreen as we watched the Saturday night revellers stream across the intersection. It felt like we were two cops, from different walks of life, on a movie stakeout.
He quoted Koran verses often brandished by fundamentalists, robbed of their ancient historical context. We mourned the victims in Paris. We mourned the young martyrs whose minds have been brainwashed. "It appeals to their child fantasies," he said. We searched for some kind of coda that could send us both on our ways.
I tried lamely with, "Well, it's just something we all have to accept as part of our lives now."
"What were your first thoughts when you heard the news this morning?" he asked.
"Well to be honest, even though I knew they were all safe, I thought of my own family. And friends," I said striving for a better answer, "I felt devastated for the people involved in Paris. But always in a tragedy I feel a kind of worry for my family and friends."
"That's a value of life!" he said, "That's love! That is the only defence!"
We were both okay to end on that. I closed the door of the car and rushed off to my waiting meal with some of those dear friends. "I just had an emotional Uber experience," I told them, and my mind kept returning to it for the rest of the night. And now today I didn't wanna write this as some kind of statement. I just want to tell you about my brief random conversation with a sad Muslim Sydney Uber driver, who's religion is being taken from him
Via
Is the world selective in its outrage?
Two years ago, in a single chemical weapons attack, nearly 1700 civilians - including hundreds of children - were gassed to death. Did Youtube change its logo in solidarity with them?
This is a serious point. This isn't just more moralizing. Doesn't anyone see a connection between how the Syrian people feel so absolutely forsaken, and the fact that IS can operate there?
The fact that the world says that "all human lives are equal", but it treats deaths in a European capital as far more worthy of solidarity than in a Middle Eastern capital, is a core ISIS recruitment point
Iyad El-Baghdadi
And I am guilty of not posting what happened in Beirut and Baghdad here too
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