Performance

SoulScape

SoulScape

+++ a tribal multi-media performance incorporating poetry, music, dance and painting +++
Shamanic Art Film “SoulScape”trailer
Soulscape Poems and Archaic Roots Music played on authentic ancient instruments from around the globe by Thomas Wiegandt, Ailin Becker and Amanda Vonricken, spontaneous painting by Det Schlich and Carina Thornton, plus dancers at the Ballydehob Social Club, 5-5-2012, 4 p.m.
Poetry is the backbone of this performance.

Music can be described as archaic, rhythmic, minimal, trancy, earthy, intense … the idea is to tune into the Now and leave the everyday consciousness and 21st century social control behind with its brain wash and fear of being judged from the outside for who we really are (scary:) – I hope to upload 2 music samples soon.
Musical instruments: some ancient instruments like a Kundu drum with a lizard skin from Papua New Guinea and a David’s harp from Ethiopia plus a Balinese Gangsa and many others.
Dance or better authentic movement: tuning into the music on an individual feeling level by the dancers/movers at the time of the performance exploring the reality of the now on a deeper level, with an emphasis on slow earthy vibrations. Costumes/masks also earth tones. (more detail obviously will develop during the rehearsal – only one rehearsal! = not to dilute the essence)
Painters will paint a picture onto a blank canvas/card board during the performance

Performance:
Intro: 1 or 2 laptop computers on the empty stage play clips of the anti nuclear demonstrations in 70 s Germany, while people find a seat.
Performers come on stage, Thomas plays octaphon while Ailin closes the laptop computers and the performance begins..

1) (T: Octaphon stops)

Blow-ins In The Wind (spoken)
I saw the best minds of my generation blown
Alan Ginsberg wrote this in 1955
the year I was born
and the best minds of my generation were still blown
when I grew up
to many were too stoned and too alone
same old story is still going on and on
we were blow-ins in the wind
naive and on the mend
enjoying the storm at the beach
blown away and out of reach
with empty hands and all alone
and we did not dare to go home
to keep on mowing the lawn
hoping to be eventually reborn
but instead waking up before dawn shivering
as does my neighbor Mr.John O’Blivion
and what would that be good for
being in denial as before
awakening on the same familiar shore
same old same thing and more …
so let’s move on and relax
no worries about money and tax
and have a break
at the shore of a lake
just a quick reality check
shivers of happiness down our backs
and no more wishing to forget
and no fear – of being here …
just timeless paradise – without lies

2) (AM: chimes intro, T: Ethiopian Harp, AI: frame drum, AM: Djembe + shakers)

… and the beat goes on (sung)
first there was the big bang
everything started then
and the beat goes on
and on and on
(drums + perc. carry on)
listen to the music and move
be alive and move to the groove
and the beat goes on
it’s been there all along
(drums + perc. eventually ends)

3) (AI: gangsa harmonies, T: ocarina, AM: Ocean Drum, spaciously),

Tuning In (sung)
I’m tuning into the space
I’m getting to know the place
I’m tuning in time
I’m taking my time – it’s my time
(AM: Ocean Drum stops, T: egg cutter)
the time is flowing thru the now
and I’m floating along – somehow
I’m tuning into the vibe
tonight we unite as one tribe
and we take no bribe
(AI: gangsa)
I’m tuning into you
and iI’m tuning into myself
we are tuning into nature itself
and we are tuning into the omniverse

4) (AI: Bamboo-phone, T: log-phone, AM: shakers)

Magic Forest (spoken)
(little written notes – or: small posters?, given to various members of the audience to read out loud or hold up)
long time ago
the 2- legged animals lived a simple life
in the magic forest
magic times long time ago
(T: jaws harp, horn, AI + AM: percussions , eventually ends)
long time ago
the 2- legged animals lived a simple life
in the magic forest
magic times long time ago

5) (AI: bones pulse)

Human Animals (spoken)
why do human beings often don’t feel their bodies anymore ?
why are human animal so often unhappy ?
why do human beings live in their heads a lot of the time ?
why do they talk and talk so much ?
why do so many things need to be said ?
talking almost non stop – talking non stop
why all that racing and rushing around ?
rushing around almost non stop
have we lost the plot
watch your cat, watch your dog
watch any animal – look around – it’s time to stop
(Bones stop, just voice)
the human animal really needs more care
let’s retrieve what is missing
something that is not there

6) (T: Kundu Drum – pa.dupa.. , AI: caxixi + shekere, AM: scraper, then block)

Good Vibration (sung)
spread a good vibration
through out the whole nation
this is not a new revelation
it’s been true for every generation
media brainwash is a bad attraction
money and power – the old corruption
disruption of the natural flow
rushing around and nowhere to go
how low can the 2 legged animal go
stop the mind pollution
get rid of the old confusion
be part of the new solution
it’s called re-evolution
e-revolution
we can unite tonight
we can shine a light
and we can drop our fear
for that we need no special gear
shed no tear – play your part
follow the heart – listen to the ear
spread a good vibration
through out the whole nation
(T: Bougarabou, other carry on, all perc. stops eventually)

7) (T: horn, AM: chimes – eventually stops)

Questions (spoken)
what is going to work out in the end
is not so hard to understand
but some questions need to be asked
some questions need to be answered
to be answered by someone
some questions need to be answered
by everyone
how do we survive
what is acceptable in life
and what won’t be regrettable
which people are actually compatible
which pieces of the puzzle are fitting
what do I see from where I’m sitting
and how can I know
that I’m in the flow
and how would it feel
to be free and real
would I sense it
would I be able to make the right decision
with no hesitation and no concession
make the right move
move to my groove
walk into the right direction
with or without reflection
and keep on moving
towards you and towards me
and how will it all be
will it be easy then — finally

8) (T: jaw harp, AI: Kalimba, AM: hooves rattle – eventually stops)

Up In The Sky (sung, acapella
or: reggae-ish Bm – A, then G – A – B)
there are so many clouds up in the sky
and there are too many thoughts in my mind
and life is passing me by – and by
and just around the corner there are so many things to find
so many new things to replace the old thoughts in my mind
I simply need to re-arrange
and be ready right now – for a change
(AI: gangsa, T: Suling flute, AM: rainstick)

9) (AI: bones, AM: block, T: Kundu drum – rubber beater – eventually stops)

Stones (spoken)
I was sitting by the stones
the bones of the earth
the stones started to talk
they told me the story of my birth
and many ancient stories I needed to know
so finally I was able grow
and hear the call
and make sense of it all
I’m a link in a chain
and nothing had been in vain
but the chain twists around and tangles up at times
a picture of confusing lines
which lead back to the beginning
it’s an unbroken chain
and I’m holding on to it now
as I’m sitting by the stones
the bones of the earth
staring into timeless space
forgetting… and vaguely remembering
that I have been here before
(whispering)
in another life

10) (AM: rainsticks, T: long bamboo flute – eventually stops)

(AI: caxixi 6/8, AM: slow rainsticks)
Relationships (sung)
keep gently leaning
into each other
and feel the gentle touch
and don’t ask too much
keep the balance
and don’t fall either way
don’t fall away
don’t fall – at all
and heed the call
from someone
who is still recovering
from more than one fall
(T: bamboo flute)
may happiness be a delicious food
enjoy the ride as long as it’s good
and let go when it’s not good anymore
that just might open a new door
a door that wasn’t there before
walk right through
who knows what it is good for
(T: bamboo flute)
(all music stops)
(spoken)
control and regulation
are the tools of insecure people
who do not trust their fellow beings
control and regulation
are the tools of selfish people
who abuse their power
and who take advantage of a situation
equals are caring
and able to act self responsibly
for the individual and common good

11) (AI: Bamboo-phone, T: Ethiopian Harp)

The Warm Healing (spoken)
people are hurt, people are crazy
that is surely for definite, not just maybe
no need to work too hard
nor to be too lazy
the sharing a lot of a warm feeling
will do the healing

12) (T: Kundu Drum, AM: Djembe – AI: various – eventually stops)

Mask Dance (spoken)
when wearing the mask
we can accomplish the task
and then we can take off the mask
as we dare to be ourselves
and be out there on our own
no more hidden away on top of a shelf
and for our own sake
finally falling awake
and starting to shake
this time for real and not a fake
starting to shake all over
starting to shake before it shakes us
let music and dance be a powerful magical ritual
and allow that to become eventually habitual
music and dance and all the arts –
outer expression of the inner spirit
from deep within our hearts
the free spirit of joy and creation
out in the open
(T: HD bell 4/4, –> AM: Djembe, AI: shakers, and then group improvisation)

 

Going Back

Going Back

(an acoustic performance of roots poetry and music)

a reflection on a species of 2 legged animals, who choose to call themselves Homo Sapiens, who actually ironically does not know despite the name and out of male ignorance and arrogance does not want to know about his greedy and power obsessed wrong doing, which will be inevitably fatal for this species and possibly even for the mother planet, spaceship Earth, if not corrected soon by stopping the wicked over-creation.
Roots Jazz Poetry – an ethno-ambient music performance
(sound meets words meet rhythm)
by Thomas Wiegandt + Ailin Becker
a poetical journey through sound and rhythm to the origins of Jazz many centuries ago back in West Africa.
Multi-instrumentalists Thomas Wiegandt and Ailin Becker will play acoustic ethno-ambient music to conjure up the spirit music from long time ago, the music of the ancestors. Jazz originates from West African village music and dance which still is happening in remote parts as the community gathers in the evening in a village square after work for communal enjoyment and recreation. On a spiritual level, music and dance acknowledges the ancestors as guardians of the living.
The performance has been premiered at the Ballydehob Social Club during the Jazz Festival Ballydehob in 2012. A DVD will be available soon.

Songs:

1. Going Back(with Bougarabou and percussion)
2. Trip or Journey(N’goni, main phrase 6/8, A D 7 10 7 || A D 3 3 D,basic groove A D A D with down slides in between, covered Bougarabou + shakers)
3. Business as usual?(slow bell pattern, wah on thigh, Maracas + Caxixi)
4. Body Soul Drum Spirit(Djembe swinging 6/8 pattern,| TtB*B* | TtBBB* | or: | BtTbTt | BtTtTt |Dondo: solo in between verses)
5. Roots(N’goni, pulse stroke, riff 3 2 D D || 2 D A A?bim – bom, Djembe+Bougarabou with soft beaters, shaker)
6. Words(dolfin Kalimba, bones)
7. A Drum Song(Bougarabou: DeGeDoGo, goat hooves + caxixi)
8. Song with no plan(N’goni riff: A 3 D 3 D A 33 D * )
9. Beyond beyond(Djembe – muffled with scarf or cover, KuKu-ish, dead bell)
10. Into Reverse(the whispering song) (BougaChon, ocarina 4, egg cutter, Kenia calimba)
11. Jazz(scarve muffled Bougarabou, 6/8 Jazz pattern like pa*dupa**,Maracas + Caxixi)

Going Back

(Going Back To The Beginning #1)
(Bougarabou, percussions)
(=) (spoken intro)
a friend once said to me:
we live in the privileged world
most of us here are white, right?
that’s why we can be seen easily in the night
never mind, never mind, never mind
you better loose your mind
at least for a while
loose your mind … that’s right!
(=) (Bougarabou 3s – dodededodada …)
(=) (sung)
cast your mind back
cast back your mind
you are on the right track
there’s so much too find (2x)
there’s so much too find
the eyes are wide open, you are not blind
(=) (caxixi) (spoken – descending voice)
walk down the old – the old spiral stairs
of the collective consciousness
collective consciousness
consciousness
(=) (caxixi stop)
one-ness – nothingness – naught !
(=) (Bougarabou stops)
(=) (rainstick-egg cutter-Kalimba-Ocarina 6)
(=) (sung)
yaaaaoooown – a new dawn
yawn – a new dawn
(=) (Bougarabou starts again in 3s)
(=) (caxixi + temple block)
we wake up centuries ago
back in Africa – back in Africa
no printed words – no printed numbers
no watch, no clock – no tick tock
tick tock – tick tock – no tick tock
centuries ago back in Africa
(=) (caxixi + temple block stop)
(=) (spoken)
when God made time
he made plenty of it
and it’s getting more all the time
no media back then, no screens back then no distractions – just life itself
(=) (goat hooves start)
just nature – plenty of it
roots and fruits
and spirits – plenty of them
the spirits of the ancestors
the ones that came before us
our creators – the ancestors
without the ancestors
there would be no creation
always remember
remember the ancestors
(=) (sung)
they speak thru drums
they speak thru bells
animals and plants
they speak as well (2x)
they speak mysterious words
mysterious words
(=) (spoken)
mysterious words
in another language
in a foreign tongue
(=) (goat hooves stop) (=) (sung)
I know – I don’t know (Bougarabou stops)
I know – I don’t know …
(=) (KonKeLo on red dead bell)
(=) (spoken)
the eternal language of always
for ever and ever and ever
always
plentiful, fearless and timeless
timeless, fearless and plentiful
always
language of the soul
no aim – no goal
for ever and ever and ever
(=) (sung)
being all one
here and beyond the sun
eternal waves, unstoppable rhythm
feel and listen – feel and listen
(=) (KonKeLo stops)
(=) (Bougarabou starts 4s – degedogo)
(=) (sung)
everything is moving – grooving
everyone is moving
(=) (caxixi) (=) (kind of rapping)
all are listening
taking in – listening
inside out – outside in
let’s begin – let’s spin
(=) (chanting)
around and around
in spirals and circles
around and around
spiraling out of control
no wanting anything
no aim – no goal
just feeling the body
and freeing the soul
around and around
and upside down
blissful smiles – no need to frown
around and around
in spirals and circles
around and around
loose your mind
all around
there’s so much to find
loose your mind
never mind – never mind
we can leave it all behind
when we choose to loose our mind
there’s so much to receive
there’s so much to retrieve
c’mon everybody join in
it’s communal healing
re-born with a new feeling (2x)
(=) (Bougarabou+ caxixi stop) (=) (spoken)
a blank slate – time to create
and a lot of space
(=) (pause) (=) (whispering)
space – space – space is the place
(=) (pause) (=) (take ocarina 6)
(=) (Bougarabou: BbTtTtT* || BbT*Tt** )
no need to rush – no need to run
we are not in a race (take ocarina 6)
time to be – time to be free
time to feel – time to be real
it’s up to you and me
no need to repeat – repeat repeatedly …
(=) (outro: rain stick + ocarina 6) or horns

Trip or Journey ?!

(Going Back To The Beginning #2)
(N’goni, play nice intro, swinging
main phrase 6/8, A D 7 10 7 || A D 3 3 D,
groove A D A D with down slides in between, covered Bougarabou + shakers)
(=) (spoken)
Well, I brought them there
I am a tour guide.
Now all of us are lying on the grass
inside a stone circle – in the sun.
(=) (sung)
sunny sunshine shining down on us
inside a stone circle lying on the grass
(=) (spoken)
a warm and light feeling
eyes closed – colours everywhere
(=) (sung)
floating through timeless spheres.
never shifting gear
(=) (solo) (spoken)
Years + years are passing faster + faster
and still there is something
within or without – without and within
Ihave not yet seen
(=) (sung)
I know – I don’t know – I know – I don’t know – I know …
Oh what a trip! – Oh what a journey!
I can easily loose myself in your eyes (2x)
no surprise – no surprise
and find myself again
inside my ear listening to the magic sounds
to all the magic sounds
listening to cosmic radio – cosmic radio
( D D 7 10 7 )
breathing in – freedom!
breathing out – beauty!
( A D D 3 D )
be you – be you – be yourself – be beautiful
beautiful, beautiful beauty
be you – be you – be you – be you
Oh what a trip! – Oh what a journey!
lying inside the magic stone circle
tuned to cosmic radio
we are about to return
we will leave the magic circle
we will return to the world!
(AD AD, 12 downslide)

business as usual ?

(Going Back To The Beginning #3)
(=) (slow bell pattern, wahwah on thigh, maracas, caxixi)
(=) (chanting)
Eile mit Weile, Eile mit Weile, …
Weile ohne Eile
(=) (sung)
there are easily so many excuses
not to do things the way we feel
but it is me and you who chooses
to decide right now to become real
why to continue with what feels strange
why repeat all over when we can change
after all I only have to slow down
I only need to slow down after all
to hear the call before I fall
to heed the call before I fall
no, no, no – no more busy-ness
no more business as usual
time to stop, time to sigh
time to be happy, time to cry
time to live, time to die
time to feel low, time to fly high
space is the place – the place to be
speed is often just fear or greed
separating me and you and you and me
separating you and you and me and me
now is the time to plant a new seed
to finally wake up to be happy and free
after all I only have to slow down
I only need to slow down after all
no, no, no – no more busy-ness
no more business as usual
(=) (chanting)
Eile mit Weile, Eile mit Weile, …
Weile ohne Eile (fade)
(=) (spoken)
you go nowhere – nowhere
nowhere in a rush
you go nowhere in a rush !

Body Soul Drum Spirit

(Going Back To The Beginning #4)
(=) (Djembe swinging 6/8 pattern,
| TtB*B* | TtBBB* | or: | BtTbTt | BtTtTt |
Dondo: solo between verses)
(=) (sung)
The spirit talks
from soul to soul
the spirit talks
the body moves
(=) (spoken)
it’s because
the drum is physical
the body moves
it’s because
the drum is spiritual
the spirit talks
talks to the soul
drum talk
spirit talk
drum spirit
spirit talk
moves the body
(=) (sung)
the drum talks
to me and you
the spirit moves
through me and you

Roots

(Going Back To The Beginning #5)

(N’goni, pulse stroke, 3 2 D D || 2 D A A
Djembe+Bougarabou soft beaters,shaker)
(=) (sung)
I’m going back to my roots
listening to the heartbeat
playing my drum
(=) (drum: DeGeDom*)
(=) (spoken)
I’m going back to my roots
loving my life
and having fun
I’m going back to my roots
taking my time
feeling fine
(=) (sung)
I’m going back to my roots
listening to the heartbeat
playing my drum
(=) (spoken)
you go nowhere in a rush

Words

(Going Back To The Beginning #6-not used)
(guitar riff Am G Dm? reggae-ish, F Am)
No one can create
reality with words
Action speaks
louder than words
Love is not a heart
Love is not a rose
Love is… beyond words
silence is magic
because there are no words
and when hearts sing
there is no need for words…
but then again…
the right word
at the right moment
is sometimes all it needs

A Drum Song

(Going Back To The Beginning #7)
(call and response, TtTtB*** || Tt*tB**t )
(=) (Bougarabou drum: DeGeDoGo, goat hooves + caxixi)
Every – everybody — everybody
Feel the spirit
moving you – moving me
feel the vibe of feeling free
Every – everybody
Every – everybody — everybody
Let your hands dance
on your drum in a trance
enjoy yourself – get up and dance
Every – everybody
Every – everybody — everybody
I hear the rhythm of my heart
please join in and play your part
c’mon let’s make a start
Every – everybody
Every – everybody — everybody
Move to the groove
feel your feet – feel the heat
loose your mind – never mind
Every – everybody
Every – everybody — everybody
enjoy life – have some fun
dance – in the rain
dance – in the sun
dance while you can
and let’s be one
it can be done
Every – everybody
(=) (“universal” 4/4 drum pattern: De*De*De*DeGe*DeGe*Do*Do*

Song With No Plan

(Going Back To The Beginning #8)
(=) (N’goni riff: A 3 D 3 D A 33 D * )
(=) (intro)
song with no plan (2x) (riff)
no paper, no pen ( D 33 55 )
no control, no aim, no goal (7 77 | 7 5 55)
let it flow, let it flow, let it flow (5 3 D )
let go (A 3 D )
a song with no plan (2x) (riff)
no paper, no pen ( D 33 55 )
make it up as you go along (7 77 | 7 5 55)
that can’t be wrong (5 3 D )
can’t be wrong (A 3 D )
there is a magic spell (riff)
inside the well (riff)
there is a magic well ( D 33 55 )
inside the spell ( D 33 55 )
just ring the bell (2x) (riff)
I might as well (D 5 77)
leave my shell (3 55)
ride the cosmic swell (riff)
inside the well (riff)
ride the cosmic swell (riff)
inside the well (riff) (=) (outro)

Beyond beyond

(Going Back To The Beginning #9)
(Djembe-scarf or cover muffled , KuKu-ish, dead bell)
(=) (sung)
I have nothing to tell you (3x)
(=) (spoken)
everyone can listen
into the emptiness
into empty space
to Cosmic Radio
it all can be found
found in waves and sound
somehow – anyhow
(=) (sung)
I have nothing to tell you (3x)
(=) (spoken)
no one can influence us:
we decide ourselves
we can feel
any vibration
anytime
it’s all there – everywhere
it’s there all the time
if we take our time
it’s our time right now
it always has been our time
it’s our time anyway
(=) (sung)
I have nothing to tell you (3x)
(=) (spoken)
there is no message
that is the message
that there is no message
we can trust each other
we can free our mind
everyday in any way
it’s up to us
(=) (sung)
I have nothing to tell you (3x)
(=) (spoken)
if we
to feel
we can think beyond
and then feel beyond beyond
even further then beyond
I mean we can decide to wake up now
and realize we are actually here
against the odds
right here
somehow – anyway
having travelled
beyond beyond
having finally arrived
right here – right now
after having embraced
any sound – any vibration
any wave – any sensation
beyond beyond is right here – right now
anyway …
(=) (sung)
let go, let it go
let it flow – beyond beyond

Into Reverse (the whispering song)

(Going Back To The Beginning #10)
(=) (intro ocarina4, egg slice, Kenia calimba)
(=) (whispering)
going back
going backwards
going back backwards
(=) (spoken)
and moving upwards
moving upwards
(=) (BougaChon starts 4/4 degedogo)
(=) (chanting)
uphill through the jungle
through the jungle
of another dream
following a stream
of whispering voices
(=) (spoken)
eventually reaching higher ground
and a clearing on top of the hill
(=) (BougaChon stops, shakers start)
(=) (spoken)
the place of the spirit
and the ancient vibrations
felt and left behind by the ones
that came here before us
(=) (pause) (=) (horns)
(=) (BougaChon) (=) (chanting)
going back
all the way back
going back
back to the beginning
back to the source
where clear water streams out of the earth
(=) (whispering)
and the ones that created us
keep whispering repetitive words
repetitive words into the wind
the wind is telling us to listen to our ears
listening to the inner ear
(=) (spoken)
forget all fear
listen to the ear
forget all fear
(=) (BougaChon stops)
and stop making sense

Jazz

(tapping a 6/8 Jazz pattern on a table)
(Going Back To The Beginning #11)
(=) (scarve muffled Bougarabou, 6/8 Jazz pattern like pa*dupa**)
(=) (spoken)
what is Jazz
it’s everybody’s guess
yes
this must be Jazz
more or less
yes
but how to carry on?
com’on, com’on, com’on!
yes, you know
let go, let go
and let it flow
this must be Jazz
more or less
yes
it’s our turn
to improvise
we can learn
to sympathize
and I like to emphasize:
there’s no need for disguise
this must be Jazz
more or less
yes
there is a chance
get up and dance
drop the defense
it makes no sense
yes, yes, we know, we know
we all know
yes we can jump over this fence
yes, yes, yes (fade out)
this must be Jazz
more or less
yes

Think Less !

Think Less !

Genesis
(according to Thomas)

in the beginning there was nothing.
there was no motion, just silence
it was like that and there was no change for almost ever.
then a mystery happened which cannot be ever understood.
a vibration was born out of nothing.
the time wind started blowing
and the motionless cosmic egg started to move.
the vibrations multiplied infinitely
and thus the shell of the cosmic egg cracked and broke open
and in an ecstatic cosmic dance the omniverse was born and unfolded
and everything was created
and it was neither good or bad
it just was

after a long time in a suburban solar system
on the third rock from the sun
which is called earth
a four legged animal started to walk on two legs
and is now called “man”
this gifted two legged animal began to evolve
to due to a higher perspective and a better overview
and the resulting loss of maximum earth contact and proper grounding
man started to reflect upon the world
man started to think about everything
most men were very proud of their acquired knowledge
every man seemed to know more than their fellow humans
and most man could not stop thinking
the species man needed help urgently
to find a way out of this dilemma
so man created God in his own image
and started praying to God to ask for help
but God was quiet and did not answer

Confusion
the human beings had lost the path by thinking too much
and by not paying attention to their bodies and ignoring their feelings
and even God that man had created in his own image did not send help
then a few clever men declared themselves priests
the priests told there fellow men they could reveal God’s wisdom
but they were not honest and abused their power
and that did not improve the human dilemma
it made things worse and many men became very confused
as they did not trust their own judgement and their own feelings anymore
confusion is a very unpleasant state of being that other animal only rarely experience
man eventually became all confused and helpless and did not know what to do anymore
scientists tried to explain everything on earth and under the sun and even beyond
but even the intelligent scientists were not able to change the general bad feeling of feeling bad
many men started even to hurt and kill each other in large numbers
and there was a lot of pain, suffering and unhappiness caused by man
meanwhile some people realized the only salvation was to think much less and to feel a lot more
to be mindful rather than to have a full mind
to be aware what is really going on
to feel the earth under their feet
and to be aware of the breathing
and the beating of the heart
and to share and care
and to heal and become whole again
by doing what feels good
to be true to our animal nature and our cosmic spirit
after and despite of all man can realize
that man has a choice
to hear the voice within
without somebody else
man lives in hope

Animal Sense (Think Body) | Bm G | Bm G | Em A Bm | G A Bm |
before we get rid – of every -ism | Bm G |
we need to practice a lot of animalism | Bm G |
we can sense what we’re missing | Em A Bm |
it’s a simple and earthy natural rhythm | G A Bm |

when finally all the numbers run into one | Bm G |
the mind stops thinking and bodies are having fun | Bm G |
our souls enjoying themselves in the warmth of the sun | Em A Bm |
a new life has just begun | G A Bm |
(chorus)
think with your body – feel with your mind | Bm G |
think with your body – feel with your mind | Bm G |
let your nose and feet find the way | Em A Bm |
always – anytime – each and every day | G A Bm |
let your nose and feet find their way
right now and each and every day

Attention to all human and humanoids and human nerds
a dark force sends lots of thoughts
this is a cosmic virus
beneficial thoughts can be recognized by that they are applicable in a positive constructive communal and omniversal way!
for that wo/man needs to remember him/herself through body awareness and must resist over-activity and the wickedness of the over-creation and become a balanced part of the sound system of the positive vibration imagi-Nation!

Inevitable Chaos
sometimes the creation needs to forget itself
and then there will be chaos and nothingness
for a spell
everything will be spiraling out of control
all around
and around and around
and upside down
and inside out
everything thrown all about
in a random way
an unpredictable play
eventually bits will repeat themselves and form patterns again
and new structures will be born and evolve infinitely
and thus creation starts anew
order and chaos are the cosmic breath
the original dual principle

I’m talking to the world 
(a performance with KlingKlong metallophones and spoken (improvised? poetry) in a public space (moderately crowded), an anonymous setting, addressing random passers-by.)

Why am I doing this??
This is a dare!! (alternating loudly and whispered)

If I stay detached in an engaged way
I will encounter momentary bliss, freedom and truth.
Now, what about you?
Curiosity made you stop!
or something else?

I’m talking to the world – the poem

(obviously dedicated to the two legged animals, who will hopefully wake up and refrain from destroying our wonderful spaceship, we are traveling on)
(alternately spoken loudly and whispered)

life is a dare 
for everyone out there
for me to do this here 
to conquer the fear
for you to be curious 
and listen to it for a bit 
it might very well reflect you 
if the mirror is true 
such is the nature of information 
such is the nature of vibration 
words are pebbles thrown into a pond 
and then the ripples do their thing 
unfolding,meeting, creating 
even elating
just to confuse your mind
and a blissful moment to unwind 

(pause)

I can see clearly now the thoughts are gone.

Loneliness (a performance piece)
(multi-layered choir singing)

loneliness
onlyness
oneness
no less
no more

(speaker)
we are born
alone
to be
all one

just one
for some time
turning over pages
for a while
going through stages
walking many miles

until
we die
alone
to become
one with all
and be free
in eternity 

until
gravity strikes
again
nothing has been in vain

"In Another Life" – an Art Exhibition Performance 7-2012 (O – 7)

“In Another Life” – an Art Exhibition Performance 7-2012 (O – 7)

(singing the stories how some of the art work came about, numbers of pictures in brackets)

0 GUITAR: instrumental in Em –> “Samala”

–> trip to Guinea, West-Africa 1990 – Famoudou Konate, Griots
(musicians who sing the history of families and community events as well as moral stories)
I’m western modern day “Truebardour” and I sing about this exhibition,
about the stories of the pictures and how they came about.

1 GUITAR: (11 – 13 – 1)

Early Memories (same chords as “Lovers”,F?-Am-Em-Am)
I’m floating thru timeless spheres
clouds of colors everywhere
eventually forming shapes
and lines and scripts
script beings becoming alive
dancing to rhythmic sounds
unity – no you – no me – unity
eternal time
this was 1954 or 1955
I was alive, but I hadn’t been born yet
hadn’t been born yet …
I’m floating thru timeless sheres
clouds of colors everywhere

2 CYMBEL:

Art School
When I was 22 years old I went to Art School
after a few months at Art School
I noticed that most art students did copy
they copied a famous painter or one of the professors
who themselves copied a famous painter
this seemed to be a useful technical exercise
but spirit and fun were missing
I was more interested in creating something
that I did not know before what it was
that I had not seen before
an unexpected surprise
before my eyes
something that happened magically
something I didn’t have to think about
I liked to work with found objects
transform them following an impulse
the mood of the moment
no aim – no plan
magic happens – it does!
and it’s a surprise
it’s always a surprise

3 SHAKERS: (3)

The art studio in the squatted house at the height of Punk
let’s go inside – into my room
unwanted things left behind, a lot of rubbish and some old house paint
an old sheet of tin – let’s begin
but wait a minute:
let’s get a bucket of water – just in case
but don’t do this at home, folks
or at least do this on a concrete floor
now I begin
that sheet of tin on the floor is my canvas
I apply some gloss onto the tin
then some white spirit
it sure has its merit
you will see!
I strike a match
and set it on fire
when the flames get higher
I extinguish them with paint
dripping paint onto the flames
quick – open the windows
a lot of smoke
and the toxic stink of burnt paint
bursting bubbles – don’t faint
this painting has been on fire
pyro-painting
pyro-punk
vielen Dank

4 FRAME DRUM + GOAT HOOVES RATTLE: (23)

In A Maze
drawing doodles in school
marginal art with only one rule
drawing doodles in school
marginal art with only one rule
just don’t interrupt the line
that will just do fine
just carry on and after a while
be amazed in a maze
in an amazing maze
I’m seeing something new
and I know you can draw a line too
(spoken)
Wikipedia: A doodle is an unfocused drawing made while a person’s attention is otherwise occupied.

5 KALIMBA: (18, 19)

Book Without Pages and Second Dream (=Zweitraum)
once upon a time, actually in 1993 in Heidelberg
there where 2 fancy boxes of chocolates
and yes we ate them! – hmm, hmm
all that was left was the golden package.
too golden to throw it away!
nail varnish remover turned gold into silver
gold into silver – gold into silver
modern day achemy
a hairpin drew some lines
and nail varnish added some color!
and there it was:
Book Without Pages and Second Dream

6 SITALIN: (6 – 10)

Universal Energy
colors, lines and shapes and spirals (2-5-10-7)
colors, lines and shapes and spirals (2-5-10-7)
universal energy (2-5-low3-0)
omniversal geometry
it is kind – it blows your mind (5-7 7-10-7)
it sets me free – and it is free (0-5-2-0 0-low3-0)
colors, lines and shapes and spirals
universal energy
it blows our mind
blows our mind for free
universal energy
7 CLAP STICKS: (15)
(universal pattern in 16: 0-0-0-00-00-0-0-)
Trees are our friends
Trees are our friends
Trees are our friends
trees give us oxygen to breath
trees are home to birds and bees
trees are very strong
trees have been here long
trees have deep roots
trees give us plenty of fruits
trees are beautiful
trees give us wood
wood is beautiful – and useful
(spoken)
it warms me on a cold day
(sticks stop)
neel ain teen tohn
mor a heen tohn fayn
(Irish: there is no fireplace like your own fireplace)
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Chronos – or – Time Eats Soul (a chronic dis-ease)

a multi-media performance incorporating poetry, music, visuals and dance.
(a critical reflection on time)
— a provisional version, open to improvement! —
Backdrop (either a real prop or a pre-fab projection onto a big screen):
a giant clock with 2 people tied to the hands of the clock, which move sometimes slow, some times fast, eventually then stops and moves backwards, which allows the captives to free themselves and dance a tribal dance of freedom)

Choir:
intro: playback of “Time” demo version by Pink Floyd, eventually fades into
a choir of interwoven spoken and sung:
Chronos eats soul ! – Tempus Edax Rerum!
ending with a “crash-endo”

(short silence, interrupted by a metronome
leading into a simple monotonous 4/4 percussion piece)

Watch it and clock out (male rap)

measuring time is a crime
the clock has disturbed our natural rhythm
and only because we grew up as we did
we don’t know what we are missing
the clock is the violation of the true vibration
every wristwatch a shackle and chain
the clock imprisons body and soul from inside our brain

(choir)
my mind has been polluted
my energy diluted
I’m feeling all deluded
I have been excluded (or: my soul has been intruded)

(female rap)
I’m out of sync
I’ll soon be extinct
if I don’t restore
my (natural) instinct

(choir)
my mind has been polluted
my energy diluted
I’m feeling all deluded
I have been excluded (or: my soul has been intruded)

(female + male rap)
finally I must speak out
watch out – watch out
and never never mind
never mind the crowd

(female rap)
I make my own choice
I sound my own voice
I claim my own rhythm
I feel what I am missing

(male rap)
I get on my bike
I do what I like
it’s entirely my decision
and I give myself permission

(simple monotonous 4/4 percussion piece changes into a lively improvisation and eventually stops)

Time Out In Time
(live painters in the background (or a projection of them) start writing: “your session has timed out!”)
(simple 6/8 background rhythm)
(male narrator, in an outgoing manner with expression)
Chronos, the god of time has not been appointed
by the 2-legged animals on the third rock from the sun
but there are rumours he might have created the universe
with the help of a serpentine
be that as it may
it does not really matter
but I can tell you
Chronos doesn’t care how the body feels at any time
Chronos doesn’t even consider any feelings or the soul
the problem is this:
Chronos never stops
Chronos didn’t even notice the invention of the clock
because he never stops – he never stops!
Chronos does not hear tic nor toc of billions of clocks
he just does not listen at all nor does he take any notice
how everything unfolds and closes in
and even a secondhand second hand
fixed to a broken inherited clock
is a razor sharp and bloody sword.

(simple 6/8 background rhythm plus KlingKlongs)

we have to stop to console ourselves
and make a conscious choice
to raise our voice
and shout out loud
“it is not too late – we will change our fate!”
we can wake ourselves up
and stop staring at the rectangular omniverse
of the prescribed media on the screens
in our cozy and comfortable dying rooms
we can wake up, get up, open the door
and step outside.

(live painters in the background (or a projection of them) finish writing the sentence: “your session has timed out!”)

Sorry, your session has timed out a long time ago
and the simple reason for this is
that we just did not notice
when the mechanical clock was invented
and that it would eventually spread like cancer even to the most remote corners of the earth
but no-one was alarmed at the time

(simple 6/8 background rhythm stops)
(a scary clown stumbles on stage, loughs hysterically and recites repeatedly:)

die zeit die luft im sauseschritt
Eins, zwei, drei, wir laufen mit
(stops and shrugs and says: “I know that was not helpful!”)

(narrator:)
now we, the 2-legged animals, are slaves
we have to watch out and clock in
we better function in order to justify our existence
as we always did since hundreds of years
we don’t want to obstruct the holy clockwork!

or do we? – do we?
well, there is a thought that even feels right

(choir in a rhythmic way:)
maybe we can stop the time terror
maybe we can stop this time error
and get rid of the terror time
and just stop – yes stop!

(a moment silence)
(percussionists start “expanding” KonKeLo bells and one drummer playing AfroWaltz as reference, dancers move playing shakers

(narrator:)
why not?
can you imagine!
why obey any longer and whom actually?
we can go back to our natural rhythm
we are 2-legged animals
we are capable
we can walk – we can drop
we can talk – we can stop
it’s our own decision
we can go back to the natural rhythm
day – night
dark vastness – bright light
we are not mechanical
we are multi-dimensional
we are alive!
(KonKeLo AfroWaltz improvisation, eventually stops))

Cut myself loose

(female + male rap over simple 4/4 DeGeDoGo drum piece)
I shout out loud
what about
time out – time out
count me out
don’t tie me
don’t time me
don’t tie me
don’t tie me down
I can’t be tied down
I need to be free
free, free, free

(the 2 people free themselves by cutting the ropes that ties them to the hands of the clock and dance a tribal dance of freedom)

(choir in a melodic way:)
and finally, finally, finally
I am free, free, free
I open my 3rd eye
what a surprise
we crossed the abyss
timeless bliss!

(dance and percussion 4/4 improvisation plus jaws harp + flute)

Animal Sense (Think Body)
(male singer, maybe TW ?)

before we get rid – of every -ism
we need to intensely practice animalism
we can sense what we’re missing
it’s a simple and earthy natural rhythm

when finally all the numbers run into one
the mind stops thinking and bodies are having fun
our souls enjoying themselves in the warmth of the sun
a new life has just begun
(chorus sung by choir)
think with your body – feel with your mind
think with your body – feel with your mind
let your nose and feet find the way
always – anytime – each and every day
let your nose and feet find their way
right now and each and every day

(Bamboo-phone, log-phone, shakers)

Magic Forest (spoken by several speakers)
(little written notes – or: small posters?, given to various members of the audience to read out loud or hold up)
long time ago
the 2- legged animals lived a simple life
in the magic forest
magic times long time ago

we better strive to be alive
to get on with living life.
listening, moving, grooving
to the eternal rhythm
inside the the cosmic prism
dancing forever
in any weather
free and easy
moving slowly
in flow motion only
it’s a long dance
it’s a chance
to go slow and flow
is the eternal way of letting go

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(Maybe it could END here or it could carry on, I’m not sure at this stage)

(=) (sung)
yaaaaoooown – a new dawn
yawn – a new dawn
(=) (Bougarabou starts again in 3s)
(=) (caxixi + temple block)
we wake up centuries ago
back in Africa – back in Africa
no printed words – no printed numbers
no watch, no clock – no tick tock
tick tock – tick tock – no tick tock
centuries ago back in Africa
(=) (caxixi + temple block stop)
(=) (spoken)
when God made time
he made plenty of it
and it’s getting more all the time
no media back then, no screens back then no distractions – just life itself
(=) (goat hooves start)
just nature – plenty of it
roots and fruits
and spirits – plenty of them
the spirits of the ancestors
the ones that came before us
our creators – the ancestors
without the ancestors
there would be no creation
always remember
remember the ancestors
(=) (sung)
they speak thru drums
they speak thru bells
animals and plants
they speak as well (2x)
they speak mysterious words
mysterious words
(=) (spoken)
mysterious words
in another language
in a foreign tongue
(=) (goat hooves stop) (=) (sung)
I know – I don’t know (Bougarabou stops)
I know – I don’t know…
(=) (KonKeLo on red dead bell)
(=) (spoken)
the eternal language of always
for ever and ever and ever
always
plentiful, fearless and timeless
timeless, fearless and plentiful
always
language of the soul
no aim – no goal
for ever and ever and ever
(=) (sung)
being all one
here and beyond the sun
eternal waves, unstoppable rhythm
feel and listen – feel and listen
(=) (KonKeLo stops)
(=) (Bougarabou starts 4s – degedogo)
(=) (sung)
everything is moving – grooving
everyone is moving
(=) (caxixi) (=) (kind of rapping)
all are listening
taking in – listening
inside out – outside in
let’s begin – let’s spin
(=) (chanting)
around and around
in spirals and circles
around and around
spiraling out of control
no wanting anything
no aim – no goal
just feeling the body
and freeing the soul
around and around
and upside down
blissful smiles – no need to frown
around and around
in spirals and circles
around and around
loose your mind
all around
there’s so much to find
loose your mind
never mind – never mind
we can leave it all behind
when we choose to loose our mind

there’s so much to receive
there’s so much to retrieve
c’mon everybody join in
it’s communal healing
re-born with a new feeling (2x)

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(put this in also ???)

???Reduction??? (stop the wicked over-creation)

I’m very unhappy
I’m feeling really crappy
that’s when the program kicks in
the program kicks in
the program kicks in
I must go shopping
shopping – shopping!
I’m feeling low
and here I go
I’m shopping for love
for a little love

but love is not for sale
shopping will always fail

need less, buy less
re-cycle more
is my own guess
I look out of my window
I look out of my door
I step outside
I look all around
and feel my feet
on the ground
where our ancestors walked
let’s appreciate what we got
there’s so much we can do without
that’s certain – without a doubt

let’s spend less money
for things we don’t need
things that won’t make us happy
we can reduce – we can re-use
there’s really nothing to lose
no need for greed
no need for speed
speed is often simply greed

go slowly – take your time
and please don’t take mine
time is yours – time is mine
let’s work less to earn money
let’s taste our own honey
let’s not buy unnecessary things
that soon will end up in the bins
it’s enough to enjoy just to be
money only for an emergency
for our essential and real needs
we can make things ourselves
we can re-use and invent
no need for abuse and to over-spend
there’s a lot we can do
we – that is me and you

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A Potpourri of Pot Poetry

A Potpourri of Pot Poetry

More or less randomly chosen poetry, possibly via the random poem button on the website, recited over a rhythmic sound carpet of miniature Gamelan consisting of Kling-Klongs, which are recycled aluminum pots worked into randomly tuned polyphonic metallophones, played and read without the use of pot 🙂 Always definitely new and and a surprise, food for thought and pleasant sounding new harmonies.

A Potpourri of Pot Poetry 
is not what you think … it’s literally music played on old aluminum pots called KlingKlongs that have undergone angle grinder surgery to produce celestial sounds.

Multi artist Thomas Wiegandt however has undergone brain surgery and had amnesia for weeks and can’t remember anything very well, especially not his own poetry … which means he has to make it up on the spot after listening to the cosmic radio of the now … or read it from scattered bits of paper … or ever so often talking in tongues … or do something totally different … always definitely new and non-chaotic and a surprise … food for thought and pleasant sounding new harmonies … 

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