The Roving Musicologist
Found Sound, Outsider, Street Performers, Sound Events, Experimental, Recorded and Posted with a minimum of interference.
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Birthing Roma Stars (Pecs, Hungary)
Someone told me to be in the parking lot of the big market and to look for a guy in shorts…you will go and see guys in caves, some gypsy guys, and here, take these contact mics with you. Then a writer is there from Wire: http://www.representativetrust.co.uk/archives/414
and this guy Balazs Pandi I know, who plays the drums:
http://fucktothemusic.blog.hu/
SO there we were, after a long drive, recording these Roma kids freaking out. They turned the power on just so we could do this, and turned it off almost the minute that it was over, finally over, after a straight hour of noise. Once I tried to go outside and the kids tried to get me to drive them around in the car. I wasn’t going to drive that car; “fuck you” one of them said over and over. He didn’t know what it meant. When Balazs explained to him what it meant, he started saying it over and over again. Those were his words, yes, no, fuck you. He was the MC on the track.
Play count: 50
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Drunkaholism (Budapest)
Some people have a drinking problem, but I seem to be addicted to drunks. They cry out to be recorded, because all their gestures seem so grand to them at the time. Religion provides the other pole, presenting itself as grand even when completely sober, and most things posted here reflect the practiced channels it facilitates or the undirected and novel energy of someone that has forgotten what they were so worried about before they started drinking. If it’s a good day maybe they mix.
Play count: 10
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Travel Post #10: Jackie Triste at Garazsfesztival (Dunaujvaros, Hungary)
Getting a good grip is essential for certain performers.
People like Jackie Triste. While he is primarily a conceptual artist, he also makes music. He doesn’t seem particularly concerned with booking shows or releasing material, but because people like what he does, he ends up doing both.
I met Jackie Triste to catch a ride with some other people out to Dunaujvaros for the festival. We were waiting for someone in a band called Rovar17 and also an internet DJ. There was a delay because someone had forgotten their keys across town. Then there was another delay because of general incompetence. Then they stopped answering our calls.
As the restaurant we were waiting in began to close, Jackie, whose actual name is Peter, began to make ultimatums. He’d had enough of these hippies.
“Another ten minutes and if they’re not here I’m not going to play the show.”
Another ten minutes went by. He asked if I was really interested in this thing. I said, well yes…
“OK, another half an hour.”
Another span of time went by, with Peter saying he wasn’t going to play, walking back and forth in the street. Finally, he turned back to me and said
“I should just give up music altogether.”
Jackie Triste Trudging Forward
Of course he didn’t that night, and when we arrived in Dunaujvaros we found the row of garages and the festival. It was something paid for by the government to spread the arts outside of Budapest. The noise garage was far at one end, barely even part of the festival. Right across from it was the metal garage, and there was something of a sonic battle going on all night.
Play count: 40
