tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27723896854063108072024-03-21T16:47:14.326+02:00Handmade Rock ArtYears ago (un)known as Carnage, Distressing Dismemberment, Black Empyrean, In Silence My Tears Fall, Crimson Winds, Cold Waste, The Nameless or The Thin Young Men, then called The Sun Tryst, and there have been many others. Too underground even for the underground scene, while at the same time (un)grounded in the City of Being. The signs of handicraft make our records unique, in more than one sense, of course. This is a monument to the work that has been done.Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-41342511774610923532022-07-12T02:00:00.109+03:002023-02-11T19:12:16.833+02:00A Prelude to the Band<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NPPW2aa0KSvqaJx2RuHHNTIpKKLH0iEDe0zeuWRMCN5nOz7xHI4_GIcXCZ5wZc5cWC4sD3IgJf8AmgPfWDTQ5nv5hC0xre0W48ckP135WRnwyAm662OrcA62AviIqt295QW-sEnAxRJDhjcWKBSFDav-bR3BYGiJGq_pWolg8RDuWaDliaaYYWDL/s768/IMG0018.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NPPW2aa0KSvqaJx2RuHHNTIpKKLH0iEDe0zeuWRMCN5nOz7xHI4_GIcXCZ5wZc5cWC4sD3IgJf8AmgPfWDTQ5nv5hC0xre0W48ckP135WRnwyAm662OrcA62AviIqt295QW-sEnAxRJDhjcWKBSFDav-bR3BYGiJGq_pWolg8RDuWaDliaaYYWDL/w400-h266/IMG0018.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"In the last decade of the old millennium three young men (Tomi Pekkola, Jussi Matikainen and Antti Filppu) introduced themselves to various genres of music, constantly rehearsing and changing stylus. This shapeshifting caused and it was also caused by the growth of these fellows, as they were hungry to reach beyond the ordinary ways of expression. In the beginning of another millennium this band with no name had already grown out of itself, and the men were all living in different cities...." <i>An introduction for the band page, written circa 2007</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Ever since the beginning in February 1994 we have written all music by ourselves. For years we destroyed everything at once whenever there were signs of becoming ripe, dissolved all plans to finish what we had started, and then moving to another kind of expression. However, after the first steps taken as 11-14 year old enthusiasts and after overcoming musical deformity, we have been married to a certain kind of atmosphere which is one part melancholy and one part blending mysticism either with atonality or with various sub-genres of folkish metal and rock. This atmosphere has stuck with us from the early months of 1995 when doom and melodic death metal riffs filled the room. Some of the leitmotives from those days have been used in our later music, thus uniting the different times, and by changing shape carrying on the meanings invoked by these themes." <i>From a note written around 2006-2008</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96-lClgj19ol8U_tne0M1Pq2jXJNpSsB3DKcKWuTG2mKDXoiGlcw-DUzYK8ZC8o2sEWIvl33OJIPGdZ_OgSrZIPF4ZZ30oE3DN95NyOdhhSQ_RyON283bEk1zO_7KyUuIYjxZNNozZ4G_nHjfPBwpwougzxyxeUrM5m5vqJbSimS_re0vKxUi0THA/s4624/20230204_215335.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3468" data-original-width="4624" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96-lClgj19ol8U_tne0M1Pq2jXJNpSsB3DKcKWuTG2mKDXoiGlcw-DUzYK8ZC8o2sEWIvl33OJIPGdZ_OgSrZIPF4ZZ30oE3DN95NyOdhhSQ_RyON283bEk1zO_7KyUuIYjxZNNozZ4G_nHjfPBwpwougzxyxeUrM5m5vqJbSimS_re0vKxUi0THA/w400-h300/20230204_215335.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, monospace; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span lang="en-GB"><i>”</i></span></span></span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: left;">The Men have two sides to their story. The band’s patience and musical ambition have X.X.X.Xed them, </span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: left;">with the help of an expanding stylus like Art Rock, a purposeful contradiction in terms. On the other side, there's just as ambitious effort to write lyrical poetry that ties together the old-school mythic thought and the world of popular culture. Searching for the in spirare vein of classical music and poetry, while accepting today's limits set by the death of art, they are trying to walk the thin line between two options of which one has become impossible and the other just simply banal. It's a path only for.....</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", monospace; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><i>” </i><b>TYM,</b><i> </i></span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: left;"><i>An introduction written around 2002</i></span></div></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: "Courier New", monospace; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">”</i><span style="font-family: courier;">The Sun Tryst have many sides to their story. Patience and faith were needed to last through years of struggling in-between, so underground that even the underground scene knew not of their existence, working in silence while ages and styles came and passed.... But these players are still here, walking the same thin line. Many a hard rain fell, many a night was wasted, many were the songs and poems that never made it to see this day, on their long and painful journey to the immemorial caves and back, to finally take the shape of Rock Art Music. Here the oldest form of communication, spirits and spells carved in stone, meet the latest phase in the history of pop culture.</span><i style="font-family: "Courier New", monospace; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">” </i><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><b>TST,</b> A note written c. 2006</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN5W-hDguhjFyhc_e9EtR6UfAheyxiiOKIvbn-uSXkQ1SMwsW8im9XIW8j9uSnhotjmUqGpG2cEuTbBJXdEVGTOpuu0RzndfTxjay9a7AKgHtWD3QLG__hmvZ4JqRqzg9Y2OMOh5C6_93pnGVvhg6gGz37PxAj5eY6Vuo-eZWJa2kOo9NLMe6V1Q0/s400/kiviiiimustavalko.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN5W-hDguhjFyhc_e9EtR6UfAheyxiiOKIvbn-uSXkQ1SMwsW8im9XIW8j9uSnhotjmUqGpG2cEuTbBJXdEVGTOpuu0RzndfTxjay9a7AKgHtWD3QLG__hmvZ4JqRqzg9Y2OMOh5C6_93pnGVvhg6gGz37PxAj5eY6Vuo-eZWJa2kOo9NLMe6V1Q0/w400-h300/kiviiiimustavalko.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">“With three rather strong personalities and visionaries trying to work together around the same rock it may not always be that easy. In fact, it has been so difficult that unfortunate compromises have been necessary along the way, with delay after delay following their trail, and no Echo at all. Despite this, the records (freely downloadable from their net site) show that The Sun Tryst have begun to shine on – for those who want something new, deeply felt and handmade. The rocks will stand their ground, all of their faults once cursed and damned weak have now become the seals of strength that bless the work with a unique trademark. Conquering the world is definitely out, they’re here to show you the way in. Let all decide for themselves the nature / state of this art.” </span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>A note from c. 2007</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">“</span><span style="font-family: courier;">It should be noted that we do not have a religious or a political message, despite the lyrical content that seems to refer to certain directions. Art is to be freely interpreted by those who experience it. Of course, the content may affect your experiences, but it does not force you in any way. This said, it can be continued that there are different levels in our works, with all kinds of things to be found – for those who are interested in f. ex. mythologies, Western esotericism etc. Yes, the themes can be taken and understood in as many ways as there are interpreters, the doors are wide open for you to make your own perceptions. But no, everything is not round in mythic art. Still there is absolutely nothing that restrains your free thinking, feeling and willing.</span><span style="font-family: courier;">“ <i>A ritual </i></span><i style="font-family: courier;">di</i><i><span style="font-family: courier;">s</span></i><i style="font-family: courier;">claimer for the ignorant, written around 2006 - 2008</i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: courier;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheymMO01fiFMQ9ayXVszw-3Q9jwMLEiVrl4ZrA8DPtvLFhKjZ6WuUxs3zTOPGtqWqGdXdMoZ8lYLks3AbZezD-MHUy-P4vYq4hIFiX26RPGpIsNMCAogIBebhbk_FGLe110FuJDSYucL31RpUGkbAXryrkOz31-Gd5jEcNvL5-s2ty1pC1sOGRa5Ag/s768/IMG0035.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheymMO01fiFMQ9ayXVszw-3Q9jwMLEiVrl4ZrA8DPtvLFhKjZ6WuUxs3zTOPGtqWqGdXdMoZ8lYLks3AbZezD-MHUy-P4vYq4hIFiX26RPGpIsNMCAogIBebhbk_FGLe110FuJDSYucL31RpUGkbAXryrkOz31-Gd5jEcNvL5-s2ty1pC1sOGRa5Ag/w400-h266/IMG0035.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: courier;">So the story began in February 1994, when Jussi Matikainen, Mika, Jouni and Tomi Pekkola, Mikko Nenonen and Antti Filppu were all thinking of a real band to play in. Originally there were two different bands, the youngsters Tomi and Mikko had been playing guitar for years, the 4 older guys Mika, Jouni, Antti and Jussi had their own ideas. The bassist-to-be Jouni never got himself a bass, and so the boys tried to talk Antti around to take up the thing in his hands and show the world. However, his father was already buying a guitar for the singer with no voice or talent. Thus it came to pass that Mika would eventually change guitar for that bass, when his younger brother Tomi came in to share the lead with Mikko, as the two bands merged into one during the early Spring. Their father Veijo built mighty weapons for the sons - handmade Vekson guitar and bass. Jussi banged on as the drummer, though first striking a few deep chords for Antti to sing a very Guns-and-Rosielike acoustic mental case, hey Joe, it's Wasted Years.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: courier;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: courier;">Tomi was rocking hard with an Attitude called Bad (the song title was), listening to Motörhead's all the aces and bastards. Father Pekkola had a good LP collection of paranoid iron men and speed kings with machines getting heads. In June the metal boymonsters of Carnage gathered in an old barn to record their first rehearsal tape, Retribution, three songs of heavy thrash. Plague (efficacious medicine for dying) was a real Sepultura tombday opener, written by Mika and Tomi. Violentic Aggression Of Agony And Death showed a sigh of relief or co-operation, with lines and tones created by Antti, Mika and Tomi. A punk rock style chorus followed the thrashy powerstation riff, with Jussi pounding a double bass run off beat. The title song ended the session, an instrumental jewel box of Metallica hero melodies by Tomi and Mikko. After this, both Mikko and Mika left the band.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NM7gV3G5XcRQb1C7xpI46o337pVWCPBf39GDTllV3N-5Jq9z7fLf3cnptCC0IUrsdqxU9U9uZBlv5UWc5HmqBztya1DxPUWV_URHCBxo1x8F2QuYkSyQODacHuE4rqznsDRDDnDIKXxm8ZS_PyzJ5j2PVWunqheWzI7bBNBuw0vubcp2qV_AiWRj/s3648/distressband.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NM7gV3G5XcRQb1C7xpI46o337pVWCPBf39GDTllV3N-5Jq9z7fLf3cnptCC0IUrsdqxU9U9uZBlv5UWc5HmqBztya1DxPUWV_URHCBxo1x8F2QuYkSyQODacHuE4rqznsDRDDnDIKXxm8ZS_PyzJ5j2PVWunqheWzI7bBNBuw0vubcp2qV_AiWRj/w400-h300/distressband.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: courier;">A medical dickionary, stolen from the library of Vehkalahti, would provide the necessary vocabullary for the songs cumming. The rest of the summer was spent with a huge amount of grinding and core DIY getting up and done, well, raw. The THREE were now pushing and pulling it out, with black end humour and carclassy irony. The first cofficial demo "Excerebration" was recorded in August 1994 at Vehkalahtisali studio. The pitchshifter turned -6, the music was a mess of shittodick death and that old grind core, young boyzone playing around Carcass and Cannibal Corpse for a lil northern Finnish ugly karma. Sentenced to Death was the epic masterpiece of the year, with a smell of something melodic. The other few shovels of songs were brainless. Priapism, Scrotoplasty, Vagina (The Best a Man Can Get), Drowned in Excrement, Vermians in Prehypophysis, Falling of the Womb, Protuberance of Large Intestine Leads To Agonizing Constipation etc. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: courier;"><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: courier;">Distressing Dismemberment were Andy Sperm, with his voices of anal & vaginal thrilling machine, together with Judas Vulva, the vulvar tongue drummer and Thomas "Phallus" Womb, the young master of the art with no stinking f in his craft - and so Thomas would leave the distress behind in autumn. Andy and Judas were now a dismembered duo with a broken set of drum remains and 40W Marshall amplifier. It didn't look or sound good. But the style changed into Merry-Go-Around Metal, with young Jeff Walker leading the way to a sicker and thicker path. Dismembered & Swallowed, Rotten Flesh To Consume, Thanatophoric Obsession and the rest of it, by the end of the year 1994, all tasted like shit. No wood or bone there. The jokes were over, the style was crappy as the sewer. When the Christmas time came, things would get a bit more serious, the sorry ass dicklames were dropped down, with the return of real names and the maestro himself, the band of three began again.</i></div><br /></div><i style="font-family: courier;"><br /></i></div>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-2417445959045888582022-07-12T01:30:00.105+03:002023-02-10T10:54:21.346+02:00Tapes: The Lost Ones 1995-1996<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutWybqhTmzJFYZNbkPO4q7G432lvAIb9gcXdGXn7OkpigYGklAUSW-xL7hhMCH3L9ievo3GoDfIUzC7gcgo0gdd_7VA3RVJa4GFr7GRH4r3DaD2sdoxmF1MBh31Iwn5SwZWSGICIDPvs1ILOp8IBMRtNlJBj4N1goeOHUOU0G1fNvYWiMw0om5_KB/s3676/winterphoto.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2757" data-original-width="3676" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutWybqhTmzJFYZNbkPO4q7G432lvAIb9gcXdGXn7OkpigYGklAUSW-xL7hhMCH3L9ievo3GoDfIUzC7gcgo0gdd_7VA3RVJa4GFr7GRH4r3DaD2sdoxmF1MBh31Iwn5SwZWSGICIDPvs1ILOp8IBMRtNlJBj4N1goeOHUOU0G1fNvYWiMw0om5_KB/w400-h300/winterphoto.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;">"The real beginning of my poetry was in early 1995, when we left the excrement of Grind Core into the old barn's cowshit department, and began the composing of melodic death doom after hearing Katatonia's <i>Dance of December Souls</i> and Hypocrisy's <i>The Fourth Dimension</i>. A few test songs were thrown out </span><span style="font-family: courier;">(</span><span style="font-family: courier;">Forever Wandering Souls, Black Fire and Grace Of Death</span><span style="font-family: courier;">)</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> to begin </span><span style="font-family: courier;">again, this time for real, with the original misery called</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: courier;"><span style="color: #800180; text-decoration-line: underline;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/tears-of-the-lost-one-under-autumnal-rain-1995" target="_blank">Tears of the Lost One</a> </span><span style="color: #800180;"> </span><span>-</span><span style="color: #800180;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: courier;">later a four piece demo in May 1995, not lost. It stands out as a pathmark, lyrically showing the way in, so to speak, with an almost Orthodox main theme, which I did not realize back then. The band was called Black Empyrean for a few months, and in the Summer it was already In Silence My Tears Fall, with a new list of songs to be played, like The Crown of Black Thorns, Lovelorn (I Wither Away), and the 14-minute epos Under Autumnal Rain #1. The music and the lyrics were crybaby stylus My Dying Bride with a compulsory bad boy twist-and-shout. But it was still nice and beautiful, in fact, the atmosphere I mean. Not long before Summer was dying, the music style changed into somewhat heavier death doom.</span><span style="font-family: courier;">"</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note written in the Su</i></span><i style="font-family: courier;">mmer of 2020</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">BLACK EMPYREAN:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">TEARS OF THE LOST ONE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Gateway To Silence</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Tears Of The Lost One</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Blackened Roses On My Grave</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Prayer For Enlightenment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdpx6IeFvxqhuY2Sm9s1hDcaqZdro-i-l7G8mPvmkC0PYDdW3z9aBLZ03RGfImj9VY6jZ126BH35rhlBvXboDHP9dBkp6jwzp7DIVqJ_tZcXVL8QxcjaNd7LGGOolf5GPj4amXtc6H-AdSn9FkkzrBFUpJG_PeIdJ-1tJF-0plTS8C0A3FQLw-FE5/s500/lehdet%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="105" data-original-width="500" height="67" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdpx6IeFvxqhuY2Sm9s1hDcaqZdro-i-l7G8mPvmkC0PYDdW3z9aBLZ03RGfImj9VY6jZ126BH35rhlBvXboDHP9dBkp6jwzp7DIVqJ_tZcXVL8QxcjaNd7LGGOolf5GPj4amXtc6H-AdSn9FkkzrBFUpJG_PeIdJ-1tJF-0plTS8C0A3FQLw-FE5/w320-h67/lehdet%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IN SILENCE MY TEARS FALL:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Crown of Black Thorns</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Lovelorn </span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: justify;">(</span><span style="font-family: courier;">I Wither Away</span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: justify;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Under Autumnal Rain #1</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Can You Hear The Funeral Winds?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier;">"</span><span style="font-family: courier;">So early Fall 1995 brought us a kind of meddle, something between melodoom and rocking death. There were a few interesting titles, for a demo we never recorded. The songs were not among our finest. Although not that bad either, the style did not feel like my own. The drummer Jussi Matikainen wanted a faster speed of sound, to get the roll-on to be able to develop as a musician (which, everybody knows, he did quite well). I was never interested in that, but went on with the flow. So there were things like ...In The Northern Skies, My Lost Kingdom Of Sorrow, Carved In Stone (Of The Heath), and a really good and meaningful one, differing from the others,<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/tears-of-the-lost-one-under-autumnal-rain-1995" target="_blank">Under Autumnal Rain #2</a>. </span></u>It was another weeping song, reminding us of the late Summer wailing, quite heavily influenced by The Gathering's <i>Mandylion</i>, both music and lyrics. We have it on tape with no vocals, and the riffs are truly magnificent (I am allowed to say this, because I was not the composer). The lyrics have been lost, unfortunately. How I'd like to see those old pieces of paper filled with young tears." <i>From a </i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>note written in the Summer of 2020</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoX29D5YoG6tuFzYdbI5TlRh6hCM0UQEho-vVBii9gh0fPEOpOfilRuRSsmlnaNlkGvy8JOLx5QAAA3Issk1sPSq3pe2_if_YSYMR0-AC-GqVFrOqD_2CPs-Zz5bkLMuFLXMcHHepHOYNG_Nozq7WIMidDmdZvNSMjN_mTEcwot7fWiuBJX1Woje1a/s3648/tapeslostones.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoX29D5YoG6tuFzYdbI5TlRh6hCM0UQEho-vVBii9gh0fPEOpOfilRuRSsmlnaNlkGvy8JOLx5QAAA3Issk1sPSq3pe2_if_YSYMR0-AC-GqVFrOqD_2CPs-Zz5bkLMuFLXMcHHepHOYNG_Nozq7WIMidDmdZvNSMjN_mTEcwot7fWiuBJX1Woje1a/w400-h300/tapeslostones.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">THE NAMELESS BAND:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">CARVED IN STONE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">....In The Northern Skies</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">My Lost Kingdom Of Sorrow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Carved In Stone </span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: justify;">(Of The Heath</span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: justify;">)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Under Autumnal Rain #2</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> "I think I'll just put my head into the X.X.X.X and let it go. No one wants to remember the band name of the late 1995. Well, it was Far Beyond Mortality, of course. And there were new songs. Again the style and the sound of music had changed, when Autumn died and Winter came. Suddenly we had one <i>North From Here</i> rip off and another from <i>Amok</i>. A poor young boy's version of both, goes without saying. The Heathen And The Moon and Winterevenings Of Loneliness. I liked them like some Dumb or even Dumber. Our friend was a bit critical about the way we handled the situation. But especially Winter Evenings rocked so well in my standards, that I regret we never recorded it officially. Many lyrical fragments remain, and I can still play the main riffs. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> This era came to an end, having its culmination early in 1996 when we did our worst (or was it the best) piece, with</span><u style="font-family: courier;"><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/my-dreaming-black-heart-in-silence-the-night-1995-1996" target="_blank">In Silence Of The Night</a></span></u><span style="font-family: courier;">, never mind the grammar. With shame and honour I confess it was trying hard to be </span><i style="font-family: courier;">Desert By Night</i><span style="font-family: courier;">. Lyrically, there were two different versions, both of which are still visible in their main parts. Eastern religions and Western philosophy were equally showing up their asse[t]s. Or is that an optimistic outlook on a pessimistic subject." <i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note written in the Summer of 2020</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">FAR BEYOND MORTALITY:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">THE HEATHEN AND THE MOON</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Heathen And The Moon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Winterevenings Of Loneliness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In Silence.... Of The Night</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMVJ6w4XVhKGcRu_p502VGpHMeZw3K2q7CeuLx9o4V1QXUt5G3lDIX_GwfEa6LtFRlsT8QlQejxiwdqLulMLO95HoydJzgpw-bfS0qCOM1eECuq-AR-3CEqsvGUOOt6D4XG4qlA6kQqUQ6VTvfKJvRwr9pahVoUxxXg_4oOwFijJlJ-m7fBWgwDxp/s1875/insillenceofthenight.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="1872" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMVJ6w4XVhKGcRu_p502VGpHMeZw3K2q7CeuLx9o4V1QXUt5G3lDIX_GwfEa6LtFRlsT8QlQejxiwdqLulMLO95HoydJzgpw-bfS0qCOM1eECuq-AR-3CEqsvGUOOt6D4XG4qlA6kQqUQ6VTvfKJvRwr9pahVoUxxXg_4oOwFijJlJ-m7fBWgwDxp/w399-h400/insillenceofthenight.jpg" width="399" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>In Silence.... Of The Night</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>The second version </b></span><b style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">from 1996, </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">one of the better lyrics</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> "At the same time, somewhere in between 1995-1996 we had another change in style, taking Dark Tranquillity seriously with<span> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/my-dreaming-black-heart-in-silence-the-night-1995-1996" style="color: #800180; text-decoration-line: underline;" target="_blank">My Dreaming, Black Heart</a><span style="color: #800180; text-decoration-line: underline;">. </span><span style="color: #800180;"> </span>T</span>he song and the lyrics both remain, but not standing, they fell a-long, long time ago. For the next year the band was called Crimson Winds. We went into folkish, melodic blackening forest metal. Ulver, Marduk, Naglfar, Dissection and the rest were there, in nature or in spirit. Through The Mist Of Night Eternal was about howling, and<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/winter-queen-instrumental-rehearsal-in-early-1996" target="_blank">Winter Queen</a> </span></u>had one of the best lyrics I had written, with a neutral description of Nature's cycles, and the process of reincarnation mentioned, also (in February 1996). Lost, of course. Right away I spoiled the whole thing by changing the title into The Goddess Of Lovelorn Passion and re-writing the lyrics in the ugly spirit of self-deceit, the best friend of all those who had taken the same trail. I remember having a well-deserved critique from an elder man, who knew something about these topics. I am still grateful. Though, at the time, it did not help. And I was obsessed with Freya, had to be a jerk-off course." <i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note written in the Summer of 2020</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">CRIMSON WINDS:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">WINTER QUEEN</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Through The Mist Of Night Eternal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Winter Queen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">My Dreaming, Black Heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">In Silence....Of The Night #2</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKGyRfrsQCFqaWFyRMWSb4qyiK978e-eTm7tumfJDozGEAn_42pwPDQ2a8aoQyElz2n7L2kLELrGmxb7M230FSCT_MOKp-FyeaPfHJoWd1_cYqmNtMuzCaLDq17cx2jr98b-2gpgjCzIR5OZl9bDxdboe5BMTf12ju5WUXVgirKr4ebCZ-hzz1L60/s800/Freyamustavalko.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="611" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKGyRfrsQCFqaWFyRMWSb4qyiK978e-eTm7tumfJDozGEAn_42pwPDQ2a8aoQyElz2n7L2kLELrGmxb7M230FSCT_MOKp-FyeaPfHJoWd1_cYqmNtMuzCaLDq17cx2jr98b-2gpgjCzIR5OZl9bDxdboe5BMTf12ju5WUXVgirKr4ebCZ-hzz1L60/w305-h400/Freyamustavalko.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Arthur Rackham's <i>Freya</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> "We went on, for the grand new song called<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-light-of-the-silver-moon-1996" target="_blank">In The Light Of The Silver Moon</a>, </span></u>still on tape, with 300 words and a Cradle Of Filthy Love. There was this Autumn Serenade, with a few changes, A Serenade For The Stars / For The Wolves. In May we recorded a promo song (in Vehkalahtisali studio). The style was different from all the rest, with only spoken words of longing and truly epic whispers oh so full of darkness and languish. The song was called<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/lovelorn-instrumental-fragment-1996" target="_blank">Lovelorn #2</a>. </span></u>Then the Summer came once again, and in June 1996 we had a freezer for the pale white face to stay cool even in Midsummer time, called<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/deathwhite-1-instrumental-rehearsal-june-1996" target="_blank">Deathwhite #1</a>, </span></u>The song is on tape without vocals (I remember the chorus, but not the verses). Maybe I will just repeat myself, the melodies were almost too good to be true, and the lead guitarist Tomi Pekkola was only 14 and a half. <i>Forever I shall enshrine the memory</i>, that's how the chorus began.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> The Summer of 1996 would end with an August masterpiece called <span style="color: #800180; text-decoration-line: underline;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/misanthropic-deathwhite-2-brunhild-1996" target="_blank">Misanthropic (Let The Crown Fall)</a>.</span><span> </span>Most of the lyrics were taken from a book about Scandinavian mythology, with a verse or two of my own. The song is on tape with vocals. This was a well-tracked wooden piece, with romantic folks tuned on / in hate, and the usual mythic end of the world feeling. Accompanying was our only cover at the time, <u><span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-shadowthrone-satyricon-cover-brunhild-and-the-dreamless-1996" target="_blank">Shadowthrone</a>. </span></u>When the fall came, we had another song,<u> <span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/strigoi-mort-in-the-light-of-the-silver-moon-summer-1996" target="_blank">Strigoi Mort</a>, </span></u>with (n)ice and eccentric lyrics & music searching for a new kind of mixture, I guess. It is on tape, as well (the only vampire song ever written by this band). There were some oddly even things going on. The Autumn was depressive enough with<u> <span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/misanthropic-deathwhite-2-brunhild-1996" target="_blank">Brunhild And The Dreamless</a> </span></u>coming out, having one night stand-out lyrics, almost as if to die for. I was beginning to master the art of singing oneself into the swamp. Another example of this was<u> <span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/misanthropic-deathwhite-2-brunhild-1996" target="_blank">Deathwhite #2</a>, </span></u>a furious and fast but <i>very deadlike tyrant metal</i>, maybe the fastest song we ever made or played. But there were some more developed lyrics, too, like The Perfumed Garden, inspired by the book, Bereavement, and a title for December Tears. Well, the year changed into another, and I remember watching Music Television on mute and listening to Katatonia's <i>Brave Murder Day</i>, writing an avantgarde tragedy, Gravesilence, the last of its kind. There would be no more suicidal, romantic and melodic death metal for us, ever again." <i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note written in the Summer of 2020</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">CRIMSON WINDS:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IN THE LIGHT OF THE SILVER MOON</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div>Misanthropic <span style="text-align: justify;">(</span>Let The Crown Fall<span style="text-align: justify;">)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;">Deathwhite #1</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;">In The Light Of The Silver Moon</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;">Strigoi Mort</span></div><div>A Serenade For The Wolves</div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdpx6IeFvxqhuY2Sm9s1hDcaqZdro-i-l7G8mPvmkC0PYDdW3z9aBLZ03RGfImj9VY6jZ126BH35rhlBvXboDHP9dBkp6jwzp7DIVqJ_tZcXVL8QxcjaNd7LGGOolf5GPj4amXtc6H-AdSn9FkkzrBFUpJG_PeIdJ-1tJF-0plTS8C0A3FQLw-FE5/s500/lehdet%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="105" data-original-width="500" height="42" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdpx6IeFvxqhuY2Sm9s1hDcaqZdro-i-l7G8mPvmkC0PYDdW3z9aBLZ03RGfImj9VY6jZ126BH35rhlBvXboDHP9dBkp6jwzp7DIVqJ_tZcXVL8QxcjaNd7LGGOolf5GPj4amXtc6H-AdSn9FkkzrBFUpJG_PeIdJ-1tJF-0plTS8C0A3FQLw-FE5/w200-h42/lehdet%20(2).jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">CRIMSON WINDS:</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">BRUNHILD AND THE DREAMLESS</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Misanthropic </span><span style="font-family: courier; text-align: justify;">(</span><span style="font-family: courier;">Let The Crown Fall</span><span style="text-align: justify;">)</span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;">Deathwhite #2</span></div></div><div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;">Brunhild And The Dreamless</span></div><div>Gravesilence</div><div>Autumn Serenade</div></div><div>------------------------------------</div><div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; 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font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">All records are available at</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"><a href="http://www.theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/" style="color: #33aaff;">theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com</a></span></div></span></div>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-5330799635960061102022-07-12T01:00:00.062+03:002023-02-07T12:03:05.987+02:00Amor Fati 1997<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fvLMFpjF2fTEcvo8VOU3xCRlMq1Y5xCd3c08qM1N0_uEch5YFLgcEpyTDN8wi0kN--tGPxt0WAIOb-KF5noYD5Whurf5t9Otm5CmWnyEPDlG4AaHnKIqd1UxLt6rr2QnR-_n5FE4N2lxnc-CEnwo95xH3pScSKPubCYQsZSFg2InDHO4WcWvm8eL/s1400/Coldwastekansitaidetta.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fvLMFpjF2fTEcvo8VOU3xCRlMq1Y5xCd3c08qM1N0_uEch5YFLgcEpyTDN8wi0kN--tGPxt0WAIOb-KF5noYD5Whurf5t9Otm5CmWnyEPDlG4AaHnKIqd1UxLt6rr2QnR-_n5FE4N2lxnc-CEnwo95xH3pScSKPubCYQsZSFg2InDHO4WcWvm8eL/w400-h400/Coldwastekansitaidetta.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;">"The world was trying to stop me in 1997. After a few months of Das Ding (don't try to name it), I was reading too much Nietzsche, and his Zarathustra did not help at all. Nor did any of the others. But Colin Wilson had something to say, nevertheless. The band name was Cold Waste from Spring to Autumn 1997. We started playing <i>rock and roll, a bit like At The Gates</i>. But it was not rock or Swedish death, either. Anyway, we decided, if we were gonna do this, it had to be like that<span style="color: #800180;"><u> </u><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/amor-fati" style="text-decoration-line: underline;" target="_blank">Amor Fati #1</a><u> , </u>it </span>was the new way, with<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/cure-a-wound" target="_blank">Cure A Wound #1</a></span> </u>trying to heal the seasonal affective disorder in July. In the beginning of August we recorded a real demotape in the old barn, with the spirit and smell of 5 real cows and 2 held horses (that used to be there decades earlier). In the <i>Chain Room</i>, as it was called since 1994. The studio was named Alfa-Laval, for some reason. There was hassle with the DAT and everything. We fucked it up well, with my Bullshit Voice and another stupid change of title and lyrics, from the beautiful poetic Brunhild and the Dreamless to<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-shape-of-her-thighs-amor-fati" target="_blank">The Shape Of Her Thighs</a>, </span></u>getting on with Mother Nature (and the Spirit beyond there, although, not finding anything but frustration). But the demo worked and still does in its very own way, like all things. I do not regret making it.<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/cure-a-wound-gravesilence" target="_blank">Gravesilence</a> #1 </span></u>was the last song. Yeah, there were two more, Entombed showing the way, for<u><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Writhen #1</a> </span></u>and<u> <span style="color: #800180;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Ammo #1</a>, </span></u>with a clean chorus in the former and Greek mythology m___d up with Samuel Colt in the latter. This happened in Autumn 1997. We got it on tape, a rehearsal session. This was the end of the line, for rock and roll & death metal. But not for Amor." <i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note written in the Summer of 2020</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">COLD WASTE:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/amor-fati-1997" target="_blank">"AMOR FATI"</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsASiXUF8Sni5cCucFAHXq7wqZKV2Bqx-NdWCVkY9rGj-TA0OcJYUHB6FnqkSyzf_T9-wRHWETZ--G2q7FygSj5WnzmDKxBgqZfJPohYSdpgdI5tnUFJSTMBDkup6JUwJhkurWHABLKlAmdQwdcQT1dKyuXSdAwfOsVahmVAYByVTi1LAyKuD0MAS/s808/ColdWastecover!.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="501" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsASiXUF8Sni5cCucFAHXq7wqZKV2Bqx-NdWCVkY9rGj-TA0OcJYUHB6FnqkSyzf_T9-wRHWETZ--G2q7FygSj5WnzmDKxBgqZfJPohYSdpgdI5tnUFJSTMBDkup6JUwJhkurWHABLKlAmdQwdcQT1dKyuXSdAwfOsVahmVAYByVTi1LAyKuD0MAS/w248-h400/ColdWastecover!.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">SIDE A</span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-shape-of-her-thighs-amor-fati" target="_blank">The Shape of Her Thighs</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/amor-fati" target="_blank">Amor Fati</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">SIDE B</span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/cure-a-wound" target="_blank">Cure a Wound</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/cure-a-wound-gravesilence" target="_blank">Gravesilence</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Bonus tracks</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Writhen</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Ammo</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Candles</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Recorded, mixed & fucked up at ALFA-LAVAL studio, in Vehkalahti, during the first days of August 1997 by CW. Music by Pekkola & CW. Lyrics by Filppu. The cover & band photos were taken by Filppu & Panu Huikko, in the Summer of 1997. The cover text was stolen from the works of Aleister Crowley, Friedrich Nietzsche and Colin Wilson (including the creator of Cold Waste himself, H.P. Lovecraft). The bonus tracks were recorded in Autumn 1997</span><span style="font-family: courier;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>IT WAS THE SUMMER OF ROCK N ROLL, </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>DEATH METAL & AMOR</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">FOR THE RISE OF </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">THE NIETZSCHEAN SPIRIT </span><span style="font-family: courier;">was </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">written </span><span style="font-family: courier;">on the original sleeve, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">and changed </span><span style="font-family: courier;">in 2003 </span><span style="font-family: courier;">for </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">TRUE </span><span style="font-family: courier;">FINNISH </span><span style="font-family: courier;">UNDERGROUND </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">COWBOY METAL</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Tomi Pekkola</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Lead, Acoustic & Bass guitars</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Antti Filppu</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Guitar & Bullshit Voice</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Jussi Matikainen</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Battery</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ2CzvfKL33ViBZpd_qtHq_3H_pMlKZF8W-JM6l9jTD7My_XXmpkkOZ1n8qK1zBz-wzncWXd-pwWHaC-QN73WfTDfrx5h6NiijwKwTfJLNOxVxCaImuFQCUrVd8gQEw3lCqdDIoN_ulyGfKDi7iTRlMH4ewKwk4LO2jz4l38KNzPHYzWynJvgr9WY/s1200/coldwastekannet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="1200" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ2CzvfKL33ViBZpd_qtHq_3H_pMlKZF8W-JM6l9jTD7My_XXmpkkOZ1n8qK1zBz-wzncWXd-pwWHaC-QN73WfTDfrx5h6NiijwKwTfJLNOxVxCaImuFQCUrVd8gQEw3lCqdDIoN_ulyGfKDi7iTRlMH4ewKwk4LO2jz4l38KNzPHYzWynJvgr9WY/w400-h283/coldwastekannet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>"Young men are the scum </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>of the earth" - R.D.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"Now that I look at it, after six years, that old cassette arouses a sense of nostalgy both in good and in bad; when we recorded AMOR FATI during the first days of August 1997 in an old barn surrounded by the smell of a decades old cow- and bullshit, there was indeed angst and misanthropy in the air. We had lost faith in a youth culture that would be worth the bet; the other choices back in our hometown area were the Nazis, the Nerds and the Hippies. We hated them all."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"In a way, this was supposed to be our strike against the idiotism of both the masses as well as the underground scenes. It is no wonder that nobody ever heard of that strike. Caught between the Devil and the deep brown shit, we were unwilling to go anywhere, to be anyone. But moreover we were just being depressed (or at least I was), 'cause it didn't come out as we had originally planned. In fact, we were so disappointed in it that we sold only something like a hundred copies in order to get the expenses back, and threw the remaining cassettes into a closet. I took them out last week."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"I will never forget the phone conversation I had with the guy from Z-Trading company. He had a rather strange vision of what 'just an ordinary font' means. The band name COLD WASTE with those old school Wild West letters caused a long-lasting hysteria in both me and Matikainen when we got the package from post office. After the shock was over we went driving around like cowboys on a steel horse, with the exception that nobody wanted us, neither dead nor alive."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"We'd been practising very hard, and not just through the summer. Back then the lead composer Pekkola was only fifteen! And the music is.... how should I put it? On that tape there's a lot of rock n roll and romanticism with a little bit of magic, too. The melodies are innovative but at the same time strong, seducing and unforgettable. And the hate is 'real', but it never loses that necessary amount of sincere black humour (which I believe is the thing that makes a lot of Finnish bands stand out)."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"The first recording day was a mess. We had to record one song in two pieces because the DAT we used was too short or something. I drank eleven KOFF IVB:s and wondered the next morning why all the vocals sounded so bad. Matikainen told me it was the beer, but I didn't believe him. The equipment we had really was lousy, full of shit, poor like hell. And so the next days were a mess, likewise. I don't want to remember what the mixer table was like. I wish we'd been in a real studio."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"We had to record two guitars and drums live (this was 'the first track'), and then using the headphones channel we added one track at a time into a mini disc and back again. The good thing was that in theory we had limitless tracks in use. The bad thing was that the sound quality got worse every time we did it. And with every new instrument added, every fuck up would be included without the slightest chance of fixing it unless we'd play the whole damn song again! A guitar solo in the end of the song would mean that Tomi had to wait until the last riff, and if he screwed up, he'd have to do it all again. And it was the same thing with me and my voice. But now that I listen to it, it's not so bad at all."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"We had Emperor on the wall of that rehearsal place. And we had Sentenced, too. I never liked the third riff of 'Cure a Wound' because it was a North From Here rip-off. So just take it as a tribute of some sort. And I had my own conscious and sub-conscious ways of tributing as well, I don't deny."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-small;">"Despite all of our misfortunes (or because of them), I think this little piece of shit rocks like hell. If you disagree, I don't want to hear it." - <b>August,</b> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: small;"><b>2003</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwW0Tn_ROUB7Y1wqxffl1oy_EXKgIqDtWWXcWRxOl2-YVfauxPGT9NwiE_OTBMUItgVJc9SICZn4fMaQ-EFHeCtgOPzYfBNtAWqkEIAcX_TWEmIyalGsHwoiT2Apoa4MfgjCWzGGoI2VAWjGncbUgMRJJpSKHUTAp6nLHL50moEMWUCHJw_se1qtk/s384/p%C3%B6ytakyn%C3%A4paperi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="384" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwW0Tn_ROUB7Y1wqxffl1oy_EXKgIqDtWWXcWRxOl2-YVfauxPGT9NwiE_OTBMUItgVJc9SICZn4fMaQ-EFHeCtgOPzYfBNtAWqkEIAcX_TWEmIyalGsHwoiT2Apoa4MfgjCWzGGoI2VAWjGncbUgMRJJpSKHUTAp6nLHL50moEMWUCHJw_se1qtk/w400-h266/p%C3%B6ytakyn%C3%A4paperi.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">CHAOS - MOTHER - DESIRE - DREAM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"In October 1997 we wanted to leave behind the world of rock and death, and so we did. The song in between was<u style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #800180;"> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/writhen-ammo-candles" target="_blank">Candles #1</a>, </span></u>with melodies, beats and styles from the classical vein (but of course from certain heavier things, also). Some parts of the lyrics have been preserved, along with a strange mixdown of the song, going backwards. The next one, Circle / Strings, was among the leitmotives of Pathways already. We were singing high and low, clean and cool, with a power(ful) chorus and all. Enough has been written and published about these themes and the process itself, with a heated heart and a cold wasted ratio mind. Endless fooling, around oneself and you, too. There were themes from the underground and the shadows, from the higher ground and the Light as well, for a sign of crossroads with a real mythological geography. Maybe one day someone will actually find the map, and walk with it. Or maybe not. Have I said this in the nineties already, and a hundred times after. But I didn't have the X.X.X.X to speak about it all in a straightforward way before. I was too young and too stupid. Finally, the papers / things were in order, or wait a minute...." <i>From a<span> note written in the Summer of 2020</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><span><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zdrvf8TIoPlkJE2fLmfWLFCJwa68ZxiEHEPbbSTt6mYdjwm30CoBkTwClnShRXfRKezyB9pxKFBXEFXBQ6XEcFuMx7KuEgRD_4o9fQYPLS8qOQsE1G0EnI1-lNBm64Gs9JXHapMoFWQ_Uqdo34qorXT0m3d_a4yt9Sdpo2dDaJDevAELpXLk8A-c/s351/papru.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="223" data-original-width="351" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zdrvf8TIoPlkJE2fLmfWLFCJwa68ZxiEHEPbbSTt6mYdjwm30CoBkTwClnShRXfRKezyB9pxKFBXEFXBQ6XEcFuMx7KuEgRD_4o9fQYPLS8qOQsE1G0EnI1-lNBm64Gs9JXHapMoFWQ_Uqdo34qorXT0m3d_a4yt9Sdpo2dDaJDevAELpXLk8A-c/w320-h203/papru.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, FreeMono, monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Lyrics, references and more photos</span><span style="font-family: "courier new";"> at</span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, FreeMono, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mythicpoetry.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2288bb; font-family: "courier new";">mythicpoetry.blogspot.com </a></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; text-align: center;"><a href="https://antro8antro.wordpress.com/works/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The Nameless, The Young Men</span></a><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; font-size: 13.2px; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;">All records are available at</div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"><a href="http://www.theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/" style="color: #33aaff;">theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><p align="center" class="western"><em><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: #050505;"><span style="font-family: Segoe UI Historic, Segoe UI;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span lang="en-GB"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></em></p>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-43126566155277378482022-07-12T00:30:00.062+03:002023-04-26T09:48:14.940+03:00Pathways & The Flowery March 1998-2000<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JhZwc7JFloN-2fOS1Qtyv3PAp_6tBu_ocBJNWfmAQRaeqwyxGsZLW1nGX4uSgkTn0XmbdNjD4tiDfb9padOV-Yniqj5FJWLVJYsy1Wsws0zRk0ZJuPStEACdpP0a7dQmCSnh0GHY5GKuAPsRvi7Mzyv5WG0RD0Fvl0le127JYLIO9gcRy5k8foYI/s709/Parzival.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: courier; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="695" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JhZwc7JFloN-2fOS1Qtyv3PAp_6tBu_ocBJNWfmAQRaeqwyxGsZLW1nGX4uSgkTn0XmbdNjD4tiDfb9padOV-Yniqj5FJWLVJYsy1Wsws0zRk0ZJuPStEACdpP0a7dQmCSnh0GHY5GKuAPsRvi7Mzyv5WG0RD0Fvl0le127JYLIO9gcRy5k8foYI/w393-h400/Parzival.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"In October-November 1997 we said goodbye to the world of raw Metal and began our search for Gold. The concept known as<u> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/pathways-the-flowery-march-2000" target="_blank">Pathways (418) & The Flowery March</a></u> drew its first breath. Crowley's 777 and other works had their share in all of this, as well as Richard Wagner's <i>Parsifal</i>. I am talking about lyrical concepts here, but music was also influenced by the classical vein of gold, and has been ever since.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> The anonymous band had practised like maniacs, we had been whipping ourselves into higher and higher Nietzschean <i>furor teutonicus</i>, through all the seasons of mist and darkness, with summers chilling out near my parents' house in a lovely and cozy old barn full of shit and cool but hot atmosphere, if you (don't) know what I mean. The band had no bass(ist), only two guitars, drums and sometimes vocals. The stylus of the music had changed a lot during the years, and seemed to be constantly moving. We were out to set the world on fire, but as for me, I had already burned more than just my fingers, and only as if by a miracle avoided the fate of breaking down completely.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Pathways was recorded in July 1999 (music), with a weekend in mid-October for the vocals. It lasts half an hour and contains only one song. Musically it has been compared to Bathory, Arcturus, Ved Buens Ende and distorted Pink Floyd. These analogies have been drawn both in good and in bad, by other people, not band members. I don't want to take part in defining the stylus. Pathvvays was composed and performed by teenagers, but its content is not suitable for all. It resonates with many kinds of things within the Western occult tradition." <i>From a note originally written in 2006</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP22MqRqtpXDSeO6PvtVh73FS9fjj4gtmGpRfFUt2YF2HGxr5LPqIs-RPsjFeU0CViV-DYQfqNFmHs-Dfw3BkQI-0NctAihQC84uNf9HHwzaOeDzEm-lDfXKfF9Qx1nni56lPfk-lK0roXhcj4PnmHKsSDgZo7mSAM34n_o57scK2B0cZbC71jAn7/s768/IMG0017.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP22MqRqtpXDSeO6PvtVh73FS9fjj4gtmGpRfFUt2YF2HGxr5LPqIs-RPsjFeU0CViV-DYQfqNFmHs-Dfw3BkQI-0NctAihQC84uNf9HHwzaOeDzEm-lDfXKfF9Qx1nni56lPfk-lK0roXhcj4PnmHKsSDgZo7mSAM34n_o57scK2B0cZbC71jAn7/w400-h266/IMG0017.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">Vehkalahti, June 1999 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">(from left to right):</span><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">Tomi Pekkola, Antti Filppu </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">and Jussi Matikainen</span><br style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">Band photos taken by Panu Huikko</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b>The Musicians:</b></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new"; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tomi Pekkola</div><div style="text-align: center;">Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Keys</div><span><div style="text-align: center;">Jussi Matikainen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Drums and Percussion</div></span></span><span style="color: black;"><div style="font-family: "courier new"; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Antti Filppu</div><div style="font-family: "courier new"; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Numbers, Rhythm Guitar and Vocals</div></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6HRf-fFeEK1U7x8lWLA_7gxDc6zdXr_av-uKijxUw__SI6HjaGKi1aqYmbBJpkLumi01L87eaH3JLXoigmgMzRLpe1NzBa3oQBa9xhuACXyZaCjq_zirr2X8YThTJsXhNy-qlgtNefqQKclgyn3ip16fKEO4dbeq07PGkhDDxUuhCJQNm3LskhTP/s440/tiedot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="287" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6HRf-fFeEK1U7x8lWLA_7gxDc6zdXr_av-uKijxUw__SI6HjaGKi1aqYmbBJpkLumi01L87eaH3JLXoigmgMzRLpe1NzBa3oQBa9xhuACXyZaCjq_zirr2X8YThTJsXhNy-qlgtNefqQKclgyn3ip16fKEO4dbeq07PGkhDDxUuhCJQNm3LskhTP/w261-h400/tiedot.jpg" width="261" /></a></div></span><br /><div lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">THE NAMELESS BAND:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/pathways-the-flowery-march-2000" target="_blank">"PATHWAYS & THE FLOWERY MARCH"</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I</b> ALKUSOITTO:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;">RIGHT THROUGH THE MIDDLE</span></div></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>II</b> TEARS OF THE LOST ONE</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>III</b> CIRCLE / STRINGS:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">BRUNHILD AND THE DREAMLESS</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>IV</b> AMOR FATI:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">IHMISKOHTALO</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>V</b> A NUMBER FOR THE POET:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">AMFORTAS, THE FOURTH NOVEMBER</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>VI</b> INTERLUDE: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">"There's a pure heart..."</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>VII</b> TRAUERMARSCH: </span><span style="font-size: medium;">PURPLE, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">THE HORIZON'S CELESTIAL</span></div></span></div><span><span style="color: black;"><div style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YDSj02Qiz-FXPdTzx01dEkz5zoikc8fcjWii2o0wt2D0VcZXWc28ydeIkG0cz9jUSNVLpTVkYBGiiTXqWtw5qKIKPKWzjvNcEqqkVUiaBW0TAHfiP2Aqd3W8YABKw0KXIZtQ8zESMBicfdX9uJXYCJsahrZjPYqUibo16xwkKavpXSqGAcJzL3s0/s594/BANDsummer99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="235" data-original-width="594" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YDSj02Qiz-FXPdTzx01dEkz5zoikc8fcjWii2o0wt2D0VcZXWc28ydeIkG0cz9jUSNVLpTVkYBGiiTXqWtw5qKIKPKWzjvNcEqqkVUiaBW0TAHfiP2Aqd3W8YABKw0KXIZtQ8zESMBicfdX9uJXYCJsahrZjPYqUibo16xwkKavpXSqGAcJzL3s0/w400-h159/BANDsummer99.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">The lustre which the French call </span><span style="font-family: courier;">'fleur' </span><span style="font-family: courier;">entered his complexion</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">-Wolfram von Eschenbach / <i>Parzival</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>The little world my sister</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>My heart & my tongue</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Unto whom I send this kiss</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: courier;"> -Aleister Crowley / <i>Book of the Law</i></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Recorded at Alfa-Laval and Vehkalahtisali studios in Vehkalahti by Matikainen / Music in July 1999 / while the sun was shining / Vocals required a weekend in mid October 1999, and a lot of Wagnerian angst with kebab / Mixed and mastered by Matikainen sometime later / somewhere between the recording sessions and the Spring of 2000 / Pathvvays saw the light of day in October 2000 / All music was composed by Pekkola (between October 1997 – August 1998, and The Flowery March in February 1999) / The lyrical themes came to see the poet in November 1997 / Their meetings were held between the math exams and homework during the following months / with the exception of Trauermarsch / which came to be heard in February – March 1999 / So, all otherWORDs by Filppu / except the cover text / it was randomly chosen from Parzival’s English translation / Wolfram von Eschenbach being the long gone author of this Middle-High German poem / Arthur Thomas Hatto mediating its modern prose version / A few quotes were also taken / from Aleister Crowley's Legis / All we want to say is / the little thing here shows many kinds of paths to walk / and it literally tracks down a certain dead end</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="563" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir91Djl4Wp6OO1Y-lmNtDUArQ0stdcMrs0M6Nj2NgR0Uwwb30V50lLuqzHJ9lYTxCan22xeL70KV4hSolIJvPwY37UUFCVkVYlxOurTEtsPNc5ohIZSeyI8oXOZ0pbBIakgZOPUBNWHXhAwgRm1l2xBY6xTUaPYMlsNdYQiBFzzaWuOVTPDKkuEQHy/w400-h399/nojatuoliiso.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The chair photo was taken by Antti Filppu. The last words of that quote were X.X.X.X. It was a mistake, not a conscious decision.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Lyrics, references and more photos</span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> at</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.mythicpoetry.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">mythicpoetry.blogspot.com </a></div><div style="font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><a href="https://antro8antro.wordpress.com/works/" target="_blank">The Nameless, The Young Men</a><br /></div><div style="font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px;"><div style="text-align: left;">All records are available at</div></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/">theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com</a></div></span>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-84199909721692714322022-07-12T00:20:00.073+03:002023-02-04T23:30:53.680+02:00A Good Friday Spell 2000-2002<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hgmLI2j6655y6iwtz-MNiMRFF-74RV3H5W1yFL3LiYwBJ9hfj9JPrIGrliUwWBkXYjXRA9F69lFSddiTLE4tnHtf2hvA7TwRIGeZxuSYrgUxiV1ZKsrH3mnzipQiHkCZ5jnBBlSsJ4I/s1600/goodfridayspellcovers!.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hgmLI2j6655y6iwtz-MNiMRFF-74RV3H5W1yFL3LiYwBJ9hfj9JPrIGrliUwWBkXYjXRA9F69lFSddiTLE4tnHtf2hvA7TwRIGeZxuSYrgUxiV1ZKsrH3mnzipQiHkCZ5jnBBlSsJ4I/w400-h383/goodfridayspellcovers!.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Pathways was not released until October 2000, because its mixing process took forever, the covers were undone and G_d only knows what else. At the same time, the next record Walking Down The Pathvvays was under construction. It all had begun in the Spring of 1999 under the working title ArHeaves, and between the months of June and September the band enjoyed another hardworking season in the good old barn. Actually, after this we never returned there. Part of the lyrics changed in a dramatic way. Four songs out of seven were rehearsed in July, and only three songs would come during the next eight months. There would eventually be two different, opposed forces in the poem </span><span style="font-family: "courier new";">/</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> the record. Despite of these polarities the grounding atmosphere of the work would be calm and filled with (inspired if somewhat melancholic) confidence, after its final version called<u> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/a-good-friday-spell-2002" target="_blank">A Good Friday Spell</a> </u>had been written down on Good Friday 2000.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> The Spell was heav(il)y influenced, by King Crimson and other legends of progressive rock. The music was recorded in July - August 2000. While we were in the studio I was still writing and designing covers for Pathvvays. Before we got the album finished, a whole lot of things would happen. Matikainen wanted to have a name for the band, I didn't. But he wanted it so much that I finally gave up and offered him a song title called The Beautiful Thin Young Men. The word beautiful was dropped out because even without it the name sounded so......well, back then we thought it was a fine piece of provocation united with a false turbonegrospiritual feel to it. Then I was called in to do the vocals for Omnium Gatherum's demo, later known as <i>Wastrel</i>.</span><span style="font-family: courier;">" <i>From a</i></span><i style="font-family: courier;"> note originally written in 2006</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHL-nJvq14YYCBaTQhH-winnBXTnWT2z4cj3k8UPlBwDg6LjAGF7WwB8XQ4Fn8oORK_ki5DkI6v8xBljggBzXk1_zurUDz12cfGlAh2gHyQrD65YMJHwQ5LFvLRaa6TabeYEPEJLOEwsURwsQokdg7TTBlEtcnthErOd20lfdjegDi2zGCHCf9nBj/s642/Cafewhole.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="642" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHL-nJvq14YYCBaTQhH-winnBXTnWT2z4cj3k8UPlBwDg6LjAGF7WwB8XQ4Fn8oORK_ki5DkI6v8xBljggBzXk1_zurUDz12cfGlAh2gHyQrD65YMJHwQ5LFvLRaa6TabeYEPEJLOEwsURwsQokdg7TTBlEtcnthErOd20lfdjegDi2zGCHCf9nBj/w400-h340/Cafewhole.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Cafeteria Hard Rain Fell in 2002.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The photos taken by Antti Filppu,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">and the ideal coffee creations were</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> X.X.X.X.ed with Matti Rautaniemi,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">who designed the pages for the band.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYxQpy2XHcNbawsGYW95tKwy41sLvpS48fiTvKAtLn3-6CeQBUOVfjwl-ShM_rIgqk5SYfWM2Imc3z9Rf00Hs_v4CqIU1fEYHxK9n7TNgcAPia4GCs1RMpBLM3CElebNV4MUr9jOhzOwtLRrT_YzLYDRZwjDi_5Jj91qXBdoBIBhfNCNFy3vAtET-/s500/lehdet.jpg" style="font-family: "courier new"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="105" data-original-width="500" height="67" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYxQpy2XHcNbawsGYW95tKwy41sLvpS48fiTvKAtLn3-6CeQBUOVfjwl-ShM_rIgqk5SYfWM2Imc3z9Rf00Hs_v4CqIU1fEYHxK9n7TNgcAPia4GCs1RMpBLM3CElebNV4MUr9jOhzOwtLRrT_YzLYDRZwjDi_5Jj91qXBdoBIBhfNCNFy3vAtET-/s320/lehdet.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61uSBnyyPCFfxaFDJM1UsKb-SqsSqB6yRyqhTyQ3OmlrsK-cswfZgiD0ZhEFTwvIqtlbv6vq1kTEiGWVnhFoRj5By_b_JuG48x1COXLvWlktW-A_lek1JDItksmv0FEwr83VcGli70VrNdr_FUw_jte2suRNuR6pUFkPI_1N8w-NJfV3JYBBz3liN/s175/menu_2x1.jpg" style="font-family: courier; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="24" data-original-width="175" height="27" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61uSBnyyPCFfxaFDJM1UsKb-SqsSqB6yRyqhTyQ3OmlrsK-cswfZgiD0ZhEFTwvIqtlbv6vq1kTEiGWVnhFoRj5By_b_JuG48x1COXLvWlktW-A_lek1JDItksmv0FEwr83VcGli70VrNdr_FUw_jte2suRNuR6pUFkPI_1N8w-NJfV3JYBBz3liN/w200-h27/menu_2x1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"</span><span style="font-family: courier;">The Spell was sung in August 2001 in a few days. That Summer we lost our main headquarters, The Bomb Shelter, as Pekkola and Matikainen both moved out of town. Now the band existed mainly in our dreams, occasionally training in Tampere or Jyväskylä. It was around the Winter Solstice when Matikainen brought us a pre-hear version of the Spell, and we sat listening to it while enjoying our Christmas cakes and coffee. The Spell was ready, with no Mastering, on our 8th Anniversary in February 2002. The overall atmosphere is quite dark and lovely, just like Barry White, with a Spring's teen Human Touch and sincere weakness of hope giving it a little bit of pus....clarity and even some aesthetic force. Those days we defined our musical style using two opposed words: Art and Rock. In other words, it would be an imp_______ union. The lyrical side was nothing less. I guess I'll have to say we have set our goals on a different level lately. Instead of trying to be Art and Rock at the same time we are approaching the limits of both, thus creating something new. The same goes for lyrics. Instead of being Otherworldly Poetry, I consider my efforts as otherWORDly poetry nowadays.</span><span style="font-family: courier;">"</span><span style="font-family: courier;"> From a<i> note originally written in 2006</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKT43DgGwEC_hGaM62Rx0yERiB0dYPBgOcaWWgxV_y59tKno7qaT3PI3rIAffYXC4wB1caseEaQXhJ5fcWaqkC32ktGhZTZ-abjt7gMM7CMR6CxkzuIVn4LGAf9PrUa7ItClmQDfssLizhVmQDmSiLOYik2-FEat5f55C8ju9D5b9cFyUu4g_id-1B/s359/band99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="359" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKT43DgGwEC_hGaM62Rx0yERiB0dYPBgOcaWWgxV_y59tKno7qaT3PI3rIAffYXC4wB1caseEaQXhJ5fcWaqkC32ktGhZTZ-abjt7gMM7CMR6CxkzuIVn4LGAf9PrUa7ItClmQDfssLizhVmQDmSiLOYik2-FEat5f55C8ju9D5b9cFyUu4g_id-1B/s320/band99.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">THE THIN YOUNG MEN: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/a-good-friday-spell-2002" target="_blank">"A GOOD FRIDAY SPELL"</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/under-autumnal-rain-distinct" target="_blank">UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT.</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/poet-aster" target="_blank">(POET)ASTER</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/beaurepaire" target="_blank">BEAUREPAIRE</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/a-decent-man" target="_blank">A DECENT MAN</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/somnolence-out" target="_blank">SOMNOLENCE OUT</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-red-wine" target="_blank">THE RED WINE</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-shape" target="_blank">THE SHAPE</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></span><div style="font-family: "courier new"; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Thin Young Men:</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "courier new"; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Tomi Pekkola</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Keys</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Jussi Matikainen</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Drums and Percussion</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Antti Filppu</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Spells, Vocals, Occasional Guitar</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yiZ36wC2sSlaDZln4iz6Wc77Ka4jw58PdMN4ndbV4gLbSVD_P1R_eKFzMGx7nJXjCosQ8tYBt460shc6iiLLXai9oIxioplxzrlAGWcIGp1Vp84FGkhOMBlV98NF22FEH1VWnIi-GDy6kyqcCdejFzrP2t9JH37hm1DbMV79osF22V4uKFC6j4hP/s393/soittokuva99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="393" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yiZ36wC2sSlaDZln4iz6Wc77Ka4jw58PdMN4ndbV4gLbSVD_P1R_eKFzMGx7nJXjCosQ8tYBt460shc6iiLLXai9oIxioplxzrlAGWcIGp1Vp84FGkhOMBlV98NF22FEH1VWnIi-GDy6kyqcCdejFzrP2t9JH37hm1DbMV79osF22V4uKFC6j4hP/w320-h195/soittokuva99.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span>The Black and Thirsty Summer of '99,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">three young men at the Bomb Shelter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Band Photos taken by Panu Huikko,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matti Rautaniemi brownished them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ART ROCK & OTHERWORLDLY POETRY</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="45" data-original-width="175" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQmHRk9YfRRtMoeR4koZBMqfWkUrLhdwjjyJskJVp1EZc0OFTWY5eoSwCyRQS7YinE2AQY9DVKc-NboJL7FdW5Fq2xecxg7B0IxG8Yo1wTF8GVJ_Ta3QHw6Xk91hIa9ND-3EaSCNceEmWz2hR1_BhK0RAdRrh4UKHmPMLKz1XnnP7iPWMV84Ellxe/w200-h51/menu_3x1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div lang="en-GB" style="font-family: "courier new"; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;"><span>Recorded in July-August 2000 (music) and August 2001 (vocals) at Vehkalahtisali Studio by Matikainen / who also mastered the mixing </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>with fine delay and echo </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>/ The songs were composed between March 1999 - April 2000 / All music and arrangements by Pekkola & TYM / although an invisible hand did help with the last mi</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>nutes of Somnolence Out / and some other things, too / like the writing of this little spell / a</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>s it was all co</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>ming and going (ever since March-July 1999) / until Good Friday 20</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>00 finally brought the spirit and the word together / And the axis worked well with the wheel of this millennium / A part of</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span> The Red Wine </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>was recorded in March 1995 / Back then it was called Blackened Roses On My Grave, and bass was played by Mikko Nenonen / Cover art by Filppu and Matikainen, with Nenonen kindly assisting </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span>/</span></span> Dedicated to all the poetasters in this world (“those who write inferior poetry”)!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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offering my soul to set" / "the old language isn't enough, i finally managed to lit my heart with the ageless flame" / if you're willing to stay make sure it isn't hard to breathe / it'll be just fine, verily</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>THE SHAPE:</b> to bliss whenever quiet / it's a slow move, lying on the bed / but many have done it before / with heavens of archaic fathers towards a terrible spire / that's why i'm still eager to have cream and jewelry in tongues, using violet / when harmless orchids are tied together / and a frame of something / pour everything down your throat / for the only love and the life / i admit you're a beauty / though only a picture / the word nature means "that which is born" / the memory begun to live / let's go somewhere else, to have a new glassful / it's an old wine / i saw the crippled man and he had bitter-looking company / "now you have all the time in the world to spend with me"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>SOMNOLENCE OUT:</b> muse in clasping arms / for a city that is lonely / who's gonna take a walk around the corner / here i slept and my wishes at home didn't work so well / crave highly for languish, more and more tired / "no sorrow's forever with me, though sometimes i still go over the edge" / leaves may have withered / the floor of the dance for an illhearted / as december went away / and i had written to you, but not like a poet / the crippled to fall for your rose / there's a holy wine / i used to have a broken chalice / a coffin in the middle of the room / dark blue walls / there were pieces on the floor / a theatre i could say / until the trees of cherbourg seduced me into a different kind of romanticism</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>BEAUREPAIRE:</b> dressed in carmine / we met again on a bridge / stared the water beneath and the lilies floating there / oh the fate in my hands with every coincidence on the streets / whether it's good luck or not, my loving adèle / who'll be there this spring / to hope it's built above cliches / and read me through these eyes / how could i show / the wounded and wandering knight, with golden numbers on the chestplate / riding the horse of a dead knight to a chapel / yes, for an accident to take place on a bridge / the crippled will pour it down gleaming and send forth / "i have a trembling body, thrown deeper after this; its pieces glimmer for me" / with a violin the end of love / these lines brought emptiness, no grass here greener / we are watching a black-and-white movie / and your violin is heard, it's moving the innocent / in pure songs the water's cold</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgPFSRJ2ACJjrrnVMLteUG3uS9aw6-Iy32wljyklbhsN1yafWibvnnvoagKCcGQp3xKEnSbl2xs20GTVuug0zm5etB4AapTULOEZ436RNYeJksF15YD1FEhR0Th9oWB1yp5r8fqB31nsBkHeosGh-yr-Dr8eyIZOeeWb5sU-CIZWL7RDF3vuvRjMH/s630/portaat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="630" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgPFSRJ2ACJjrrnVMLteUG3uS9aw6-Iy32wljyklbhsN1yafWibvnnvoagKCcGQp3xKEnSbl2xs20GTVuug0zm5etB4AapTULOEZ436RNYeJksF15YD1FEhR0Th9oWB1yp5r8fqB31nsBkHeosGh-yr-Dr8eyIZOeeWb5sU-CIZWL7RDF3vuvRjMH/w400-h221/portaat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: left;">Photograph was taken by Filppu, </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><span>walking down the evening streets </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><span>of Helsinki in October 2000.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjN4vrOu5CawfPL9mY9vWKFc3yBZ2qbMcdGoZfKAL5xVhr241CXqdTYClwSnmuhpJGOjwSJInwumexBdBekOs9Mzj8U4NJu-IEKcf90d4Lk-H1Hfa9hHoIt-fQfKfAlP_DrpesYP9lcgs4USTXU1u9mSorJQsxvUjB2E6ESlefyqfeodJT7_Pe-TL/s588/relyla.jpg" style="font-family: courier; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="94" data-original-width="588" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjN4vrOu5CawfPL9mY9vWKFc3yBZ2qbMcdGoZfKAL5xVhr241CXqdTYClwSnmuhpJGOjwSJInwumexBdBekOs9Mzj8U4NJu-IEKcf90d4Lk-H1Hfa9hHoIt-fQfKfAlP_DrpesYP9lcgs4USTXU1u9mSorJQsxvUjB2E6ESlefyqfeodJT7_Pe-TL/w320-h51/relyla.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";">Lyrics, references and more photos at</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mythicpoetry.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: "courier new";">mythicpoetry.blogspot.com</a></div><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://antro8antro.wordpress.com/works/" target="_blank">The Nameless, The Young Men</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">All records are available at</span></div></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/">theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com</a></div></span></div></div>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-20497022403089175152022-07-12T00:05:00.068+03:002023-02-07T19:06:47.866+02:00The Sleeping Gold 2003-2009<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rYpX78PNoxioVRqY8-hQaihfqm9YhW2TW7rYCC8nD2O_OEhtUKckc1uIizOzUtODPgNAjAfvjmR0bGvplok5zmTihDGTl15rIPY_rXeKc_BWzataSmDaFxw3N-0yGSMzZLY2pxSBzmM/s1600/sleeping_yhdessa.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rYpX78PNoxioVRqY8-hQaihfqm9YhW2TW7rYCC8nD2O_OEhtUKckc1uIizOzUtODPgNAjAfvjmR0bGvplok5zmTihDGTl15rIPY_rXeKc_BWzataSmDaFxw3N-0yGSMzZLY2pxSBzmM/w400-h200/sleeping_yhdessa.jpg" width="400" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"The Sleeping Gold was begun in August - September 2000 when many </span><span style="font-family: courier;">of the themes and some of the lines were written down to my notebooks and papers. The next Spring I tried to forge it all into a poem but it didn't work out. When Summer came I finally gave up and decided to wait for the fall. And I indulged myself in dancing, drinking, good music, friends, strange conversations and even stranger states of mind – all through the Summer. And when the Fall came, it came. With a few small corrections and changes, The Sleeping Gold was written down before the end of that year, the very most of it during September-October. The music came later on, during the next year. Only Park Romanticism was ready before this; dating from Spring 2001, both music and lyrics, although it changed a little during the years.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><u> <a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/the-sleeping-gold-2006" target="_blank">The Sleeping Gold</a> </u>is more wistful and warmer than our previous efforts, and for the first time ever vocals are taking the lead. We call it folkish Rock Art Music. The record was mixed and mastered, and also unofficially released, in and around Easter 2006. Unexpected changes occurred during the last steps of its making, but that is just X.X.X.X. And now I ask for all friends and strangers alike, who feel sympathy or even like what we do: promote us everywhere. Get your own copy of TSG and spread it to the world, as this is the age of over populated and over capitalized Rheingoldized music pissness; there is no NEED anymore of that official promoting and buy-this-sell-that kind of bullshit. It is enough if you can find the lyrics from the site and you have a copy of the record. I'm not saying that it would be a bad thing to have a record company and an official release. Of course it would be fine, but it seems the F___ of our band, whether we like it or not, revolves around this little ride and fight against the great flow of..</span>." <span style="font-family: courier;"><i>From a<span> note originally written in 2006</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><span><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8nU9zKSz8j0MfY-Z_T6GClRZShjHpwZ3Ub8AcLICns7ySvAEJ1PNtl3rN9N0_FvGsTvmD5RnVi73ZMe89jG0eckVoNyPkzMKwghoe_5693LR22eEjoNgv20SN9JQ0HMNPBFm2uDrRGtmNaZaXdwhT3EXttLmYPYT6tZQClyUiV3XiJ2TTZ6qLbEm/s3648/20140808_04.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8nU9zKSz8j0MfY-Z_T6GClRZShjHpwZ3Ub8AcLICns7ySvAEJ1PNtl3rN9N0_FvGsTvmD5RnVi73ZMe89jG0eckVoNyPkzMKwghoe_5693LR22eEjoNgv20SN9JQ0HMNPBFm2uDrRGtmNaZaXdwhT3EXttLmYPYT6tZQClyUiV3XiJ2TTZ6qLbEm/s320/20140808_04.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">THE SUN TRYST:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/album/the-sleeping-gold-2006" target="_blank">"THE SLEEPING GOLD"</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/a-place-to-hide-in-this-city" target="_blank">A PLACE TO HIDE IN THIS CITY</a></span></div><div style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/the-warmth" target="_blank">THE WARMTH</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/hard-rain-fell" target="_blank">HARD RAIN FELL</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/park-romanticism" target="_blank">PARK ROMANTICISM</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/in-the-cellar" target="_blank">IN THE CELLAR</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/night-caf-conversations" target="_blank">NIGHT CAFE & CONVERSATIONS</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: "courier new";"><a href="https://theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com/track/anchorage" target="_blank">ANCHORAGE</a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "courier new"; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Musicians on board:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Tomi Pekkola</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Guitars, Vocals and Keys</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Jussi Matikainen</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Drums and Percussion</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Antti Filppu</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Text Messages and Vocals</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Ilona Laitinen</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Bass</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXtHcZOT-e5wl-045Rjv6ty0tGbtLtOstKMlei6qOAIAeTEzPGPQs3mVMU3EQxOj7z0dvNMyKhvhGUk_VfAndMHgMOANkntwR3c7ji62QY5GQ70oSNpYBe8VQXeIL114fmfasHSPONnkeSYwbmorWId2Ol7Qk99WANCnZK_UVuS5dozUKSDKCkbNj/s571/The%20Sleeping%20Gold.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="571" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXtHcZOT-e5wl-045Rjv6ty0tGbtLtOstKMlei6qOAIAeTEzPGPQs3mVMU3EQxOj7z0dvNMyKhvhGUk_VfAndMHgMOANkntwR3c7ji62QY5GQ70oSNpYBe8VQXeIL114fmfasHSPONnkeSYwbmorWId2Ol7Qk99WANCnZK_UVuS5dozUKSDKCkbNj/w320-h185/The%20Sleeping%20Gold.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>WISTFUL AND WARM, FOLKISH</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>ROCK ART MUSIC</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>Recorded at studio Beast & Man / in Tampere / by Matikainen and Nurmela / Music needed a few (cold November) weeks 2003 / vocals only a few (hot August) days 2004 / The Rheingold and The Fool’s Gold were mixed and mastered by Matikai</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>ne</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>n / somewhere between November 2003 - November 2005 / with a few days or</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span> weeks of hard work / every now and then / All music was comp</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>osed by Pekkola & TST / </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>Arrangements were done by Pekkola and Matikainen / with Filppu crossing hands in the background</span></span> / </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>Saxop</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>hone was played by Juha Timonen</span></span> / </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>Photos were taken by Filppu / Atte Häkkinen refined them into covers / </span></span>The otherWORDly process of making up and writing down things t</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>h</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>at</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span> shin</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>e h</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>appened already in the fall of 2001 / but Hard Rain Fell in November 2002 (Words) / Pekkola played and sung it the night before Good Friday 2006</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span> / at the Battery Street Café studio in Hamina / Wolfram was read by Filppu / on Good Friday / at Grandfather's Home studio in Hamina / The original version of Parzival / as it was told 800 years ago / Chapter 9 / where the wise old anchorite Trevrizent teaches the foolish young man / about God and light / love and wrath etc </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>/ </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";">As Goethe recalled<span> / "I was a shipwrecked sailor, more ill in my soul than in my body!" / to some of us youth is a damned thing / but it goes by like everything else / except those things that never change / These years full of “nothing” / with all of our patience / once again have reve</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span>aled hidden causes to many side effects / Good things come to those who wait / and they are worth it /</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "courier new";"><span> Yes, pitié is a French word</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WwT7i9wL2GvRR8_tsl-7Jhipbz2WxGB9AQAKPZKKVeZfVt0rrDtfsLZdQ-K8dzJjj0xujDRUa9fndPrFi5Nz_l_1qk2Ao5J64YyEamDOLE-zy7l0CBE-p89FiVgZHnarq54LCtI-EkIMdtUXD3BPDVdIqYJ7GbgGF64Lf1qCLM8iUDL2hjHCX0D0/s3648/P3080035.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WwT7i9wL2GvRR8_tsl-7Jhipbz2WxGB9AQAKPZKKVeZfVt0rrDtfsLZdQ-K8dzJjj0xujDRUa9fndPrFi5Nz_l_1qk2Ao5J64YyEamDOLE-zy7l0CBE-p89FiVgZHnarq54LCtI-EkIMdtUXD3BPDVdIqYJ7GbgGF64Lf1qCLM8iUDL2hjHCX0D0/w400-h300/P3080035.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The Sun Tryst in March 2009</b></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>at the Bomb Shelter, one</b></span><b style="font-family: courier;"> last time.</b></div></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The young men from right to left: </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>Matikainen, Pekkola, Filppu</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>The photo miraculously shot itself.</b></span></div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"The Thin Young Men is no longer the name of this band, it will now return to its original place as a song title. It is the last chance for this kind of metamorphosis, if we are going to step into the so called open arenas. TYM worked well as a leading motive for a few years. But the fact is, and I have personally felt it for too long already, TYM has been an unnecessary weight on the shoulders. Its meaning is literally too thin, despite what many people have said to me about its nature. I know its nature, I was the one who invented it in September 2000, but I never liked the idea of its expansion into a band name." <i>From a</i></span><span style="font-family: courier;"><i> note originally written in 2006</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace;"><b>TREVRIZENT SPEAKS: </b>”These glad tidings tell of the True Lover. He is a light that shines through all things, unwavering in His love. Those to whom He shows His love find contentment in it. His wares are of two sorts: He offers the world love and anger. Now ask yourself which helps more. The unrepentant sinner flees God’s love: but he that atones for his sins serves Him for His noble favour. He that passes through men’s thoughts bears such Grace. Thoughts keep out the rays of the sun, thoughts are shut away without a lock, are secure from all creatures. Thoughts are darkness unlit by any beam. But of its nature, the Godhead is translucent, it shines through the wall of darkness and rides with an unseen leap..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzAuC1De99IGUr9k-IRF-cZvPVwEIJKoefNgLR_Jhjgd_OagxPNNavCnKMCw_pkZ6ZmXWiFBFNuQYpMf_ozvXo2g0dUVh5_gPohVb4yfZ9LdtDOP8LIzAB13FK39xfFwEn_KLGIRVKKzbQzWLL9qJ2ruw87_n9ASW2aw770CZro-3C60UDRY1Me9K/s544/uuskuva1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="544" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzAuC1De99IGUr9k-IRF-cZvPVwEIJKoefNgLR_Jhjgd_OagxPNNavCnKMCw_pkZ6ZmXWiFBFNuQYpMf_ozvXo2g0dUVh5_gPohVb4yfZ9LdtDOP8LIzAB13FK39xfFwEn_KLGIRVKKzbQzWLL9qJ2ruw87_n9ASW2aw770CZro-3C60UDRY1Me9K/w400-h230/uuskuva1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>A PLACE TO HIDE IN THIS CITY:</b> "naming these would make me feel bad, i wouldn't like to name these" / “…like to name these…” / only one would not embitter you / tragedy and whorehouse / "the likes of me went hiding there for the little girls" / and the last tango will be new again / and you can tell them / what happened to the d___efloor, it’s empty of gold / where did you get your eye / "the likes of me went hiding there for the little girls, wrymouthed" / and they’ll come asking / will they answer /(où as-tu trouvé ton oeil) / where did you get your eye / answer in english / "why did you let me suffer"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>THE WARMTH:</b> the light throwing us out / bright or not, it’s the same / little did people know / what holds them for a while / and friends who are lonely / how is it with yours, how is it with yours /(how it is with yours, how it is with yours) / the stranger the hours through / to be reading the seventh key / and for being sorry / someone else’s much worse / in healthier cities, they’re sleeping together / i’m hearing old curses / miserly come from elsewhere / of having each other / i’ll give my word for this fever / helping the heart to give up / i’ll get rid of the worthless, get rid of the worthless / it’s better now, to go and lie beside / the swans on the english river are pale / we’ve seen shame in spells, when failing / "...when failing, when failing...when failing, when failing..." / i’d like to have them so / they wouldn’t hurt in warmth / in red at dark / i could give up, everything / whenever the evening’s fine, whenever the evening's fine</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>HARD RAIN FELL:</b> none of these names would ever live without us / and we already knew them / save us from forgetting how it happened / 'cause they were all taken, they were all taken along / from the lonely crowd (the lonely ground) to wither together / we could ask if anyone's helpless / and what it's like to fail in love / i have lied so often / are there any chances to leave</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13QIY-e5Uy4Vrgrk985FwJgw69Bvgn0zfsu9KvNdLWxyiBOnJuzfq6vil_PxjWsh84g5FjF3kC7IVFL-WaWrCJOx4050bwWbWGJjOdkUYOEHglPkVpnPFw9-M5qsXKjPCSlAeNHRSjlPCZDQZ73YubYI94sa4XDEK9O3BGbTw8cqqNbEJQAUJ2vg6/s544/uuskuva3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="544" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13QIY-e5Uy4Vrgrk985FwJgw69Bvgn0zfsu9KvNdLWxyiBOnJuzfq6vil_PxjWsh84g5FjF3kC7IVFL-WaWrCJOx4050bwWbWGJjOdkUYOEHglPkVpnPFw9-M5qsXKjPCSlAeNHRSjlPCZDQZ73YubYI94sa4XDEK9O3BGbTw8cqqNbEJQAUJ2vg6/w400-h228/uuskuva3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>PARK ROMANTICISM:</b> i didn’t mind / i’m not bitter / the very few times and the years spent / “god, it’s been empty” / something to feel without coming close / i live in the midst of beautiful parks, beautiful streets / we don’t have to try / sour (with amphigories) there’ll be no last / long enough for me / the street by night it's full, of what kind / to your place after this / hear the dirge, then you’re back / “the wind’ll break the glass but i don’t mind if it rains inside” / and to find love (thinking to find love) / would you like me to write it down for you / gone outside in the room upstairs / following the dim light of the lamps / the grief fell for a moment and grew into a storm / enough loss to be here / not gone with the others until now / and i’ll be veiling the leaves this year, also</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>IN THE CELLAR:</b> trying to think in curves, not getting wet / without a coat of any sort / for the musing, how i liked the sound of it / the end of the month / just the stairs down to the park, more ill in the soul / drinking and smoking / i had to sleep to see the gold / what boredom rising to tell some girl it happens, the ladies’ men rest / if you’ll let me love this world, the two floors / while still in the line / seen there through the crowd / we’re right when hesitating / now over a year ago / in the early morning i was told i blew it, hurrying (from the dead ends of my life) / in the dead ends of my life / and even the bliss of touch / merely a wish, merely a wish / i needed it more than ever before (but i couldn’t leave) / in that other park we stood on the grass / i’ll sit here quietly and melt into this terrible noise (even though they're closing) / sleep it off, cypress / sleep drunkenness</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghNRd3iER3k77QwvYaWFYDEYMhmOm8zp_7QQU8PhjSIpBilxdeeEZZltAMQfcQ7zJlRSv6zXURC5RDYppSqk70EgZ6Pddt91Ato68ZDZMXWo3eIpuqrBHNKzdgou9oSo8z5rR0x6QQj2A47jqWM7SI0bLPmkQauibtkFQjfEWQwCD-XhokJ0bB8KD/s544/uuskuva5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="544" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghNRd3iER3k77QwvYaWFYDEYMhmOm8zp_7QQU8PhjSIpBilxdeeEZZltAMQfcQ7zJlRSv6zXURC5RDYppSqk70EgZ6Pddt91Ato68ZDZMXWo3eIpuqrBHNKzdgou9oSo8z5rR0x6QQj2A47jqWM7SI0bLPmkQauibtkFQjfEWQwCD-XhokJ0bB8KD/w400-h238/uuskuva5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>NIGHT CAFE & CONVERSATIONS:</b> already so late / are there (many) places to visit / i let it begin, to hide the worries without fail from this / and you speak to me in french / and you'll care for me, i've been wondering if i'm sensitive after all / i was wondering if i'm sensitive / no sugar for us / and when you're laughing i don't recognize it / any hard feelings from right to left / sickened, they'd hate the tango for me / without them there would be not much hope / "a cup of coffee for the memory and another for the sorrow" / and you speak to me / where are you, where are you / what an anchor my happiness will be / in another state / paper weighing a lot / levity brought to these pieces / and who went dancing in slow motion / later on, we fed some lies / and what you had expected / not that great after all / “but my heart's not as black as your coffee and you're not french, either”</div></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>ANCHORAGE:</b> "glowing we opened safely over the anger in it, but i’m not sure what it is" / could you weave me a chance and white clothes / and take these coins from my hand / "forget there's a thank you, 'cause i'm not sure (oh i don't know) if i can think of anything worth the cold eye" / what has now found itself / "i’m so into this that i’ll be drowned" / and then for pitié’s sake at least the heavens / they’ll bring forth a stream or a river as my veins in that song / to cry again and again / i haven’t asked the dear sun / neither a word to be sung with delight / near you in grace / letting the depths glow, too / (i know) i’ll never awake / if i’m taken there / through the last thing in this world i could place myself / the thoughts and the words were first / i’m not cold from within / keeping the will below the sad lines / where endless flashes are hanging / they’ll bring forth a stream or a river as my veins in that song / to cry again and again / i haven’t asked the dear sun / neither a word to be sung with delight / near you in grace / letting the depths glow</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAclH1hZuiy8LpglAYmhj8RfwoFyD3Fxl745AD83OZC2krskxbqeAQ5vMLJmuckPDtxseoKe1rFZH0MSDmaltGchzQ_cCdNKgfHSSa5417ScQiwwbpmKiWzPSKn1hPegsvLvXtL1fofrA/s1600/P4100092.JPG" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAclH1hZuiy8LpglAYmhj8RfwoFyD3Fxl745AD83OZC2krskxbqeAQ5vMLJmuckPDtxseoKe1rFZH0MSDmaltGchzQ_cCdNKgfHSSa5417ScQiwwbpmKiWzPSKn1hPegsvLvXtL1fofrA/w400-h300/P4100092.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-family: "courier new", courier, monospace; text-align: start;"><b>TREVRIZENT SPEAKS:</b> "...unaccompanied by thud or jingle. And when a thought springs from one’s heart, none is so swift but that it is scanned ere it pass the skin – and only if it be pure does God accept it. Since God scans thoughts so well, alas, how our frail deeds must pain him! When a man forfeits God’s benevolence so that God turns away in shame, to whose care can human schooling leave him? Where shall the poor soul find refuge? If you are going to wrong God, Who is ready with both Love and Wrath, you are the one who will suffer. Now so direct your thoughts that He will requite your goodness.”</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">"Etymologies for Trevrizent and his speech: Anchorage means the dwelling place of a hermit. In old English, Anchor used to be hermit. So we had no idea of this when we made TSG, but just like with the two previous albums, this all makes sense. Trevrizent is the good old anchor, who, from a certain point of view, is actually responsible for telling the whole story. It all begins with his words and it all comes back to it, when the music stops. So all of you sailors, whether shipwrecked or going strong, don't forget the real meaning of anchoring". <i>From a note originally written in 2006</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3KJE-BRY2s2ltSeU4avp2286GxTt8asbdsnHQigXx54_0EOP37TO7lsi-VzZnocdd1gnAKGNDKwcORBLoUOF8-IxwuS88Sfd2EO5He7WzDTau0wIkaw2Krj8kEGNBe6Ly8mMEUt-5NE/s1600/P4100097.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3KJE-BRY2s2ltSeU4avp2286GxTt8asbdsnHQigXx54_0EOP37TO7lsi-VzZnocdd1gnAKGNDKwcORBLoUOF8-IxwuS88Sfd2EO5He7WzDTau0wIkaw2Krj8kEGNBe6Ly8mMEUt-5NE/w320-h240/P4100097.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The sunny photographs were taken </span></div><div>on Good Friday 2009 at the Hermitage </div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">near Goetheanum, in Arlesheim, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Switzerland, by Antti Filppu.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Lyrics, references and more photos at</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mythicpoetry.blogspot.com" style="font-family: courier;"> mythicpoetry.blogspot.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://antro8antro.wordpress.com/works/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Nameless, The Young Men</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 16px;">All records are available at</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="#"><span style="font-family: courier;">www.theoldrecordarchives.bandcamp.com<br /></span></a></div></div></div></div>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772389685406310807.post-42996023309173715212022-07-12T00:00:00.206+03:002023-02-10T20:52:29.314+02:00The Name(less), the Band<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8M6vqLaX1Iri9gHcQTUHwL_JIuSWSmADIhvkPLIFKUDUpt1AKiw_0AvO3h3OOu3m7_So_hIykBBROvti-sGOKMK7rEPXdFZe6pijLcrPd2OZrJmOIzPQxq-j_2pQsSn21eXstz8mEfiFKuV_ZOfnvM-OcV5_-a-nAivDzm8CMItMWtiYkt0EIO1FX/s3648/P3080036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8M6vqLaX1Iri9gHcQTUHwL_JIuSWSmADIhvkPLIFKUDUpt1AKiw_0AvO3h3OOu3m7_So_hIykBBROvti-sGOKMK7rEPXdFZe6pijLcrPd2OZrJmOIzPQxq-j_2pQsSn21eXstz8mEfiFKuV_ZOfnvM-OcV5_-a-nAivDzm8CMItMWtiYkt0EIO1FX/w400-h300/P3080036.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The Scissors in the right, the Stone in the left. Sorry, it was the other way around, vice versa. Or was it another point of view. And if there's Paper in the middle, how are they going to solve this threefold play. The photos were taken in March, 2009, by the magic touch (above) and by the selfie, Antti Filppu (below). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">So the story went, on and on, but not for too long. Many times the good initial sperm-thought ended up in bad ass attitude. The chemical affair was not that romantic, it was rather hostile. But the hard work(ing) shall never be lost, and the magic will take its path, anyway. This was not always understood by the band members. Magic will never be wasted. If neglected after birth and childhood, one will grow to be a wretched man. Like any parent must realize, the offspring should be guided and brought up to become decent. Thus it was with our cause and effect, as well.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">But it is not right, in a spiritual sense, to cut down the ways of thought and will in their freedom. Therefore, it is crucial to speak and write in a way that leaves the men and their work free, to choose as they may, and not force them to step into an avalanche / anything. To go against the Will of Men or G_d is never good. This includes also the ending or beginning a-new. It is better left unsaid and un____. For who knows, how it will be.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-3RDgGJNokpIK-VfcjFvARyY6Q2odN0LbfpetjxV0suLWuLmqV3KZpzLlwdoJBrYN1O733eyxVOvanb2fKI0oc8W1AmkiVLDx9dxUfGR-aJ10QNt2xDbSZDUUIkPR0nxlr5MWvot0-4Hs7GTJ5RntXDSzhypan7Dmv1SsvBT4mhR4pl9SSLeSm1Q/s3648/P3080038.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-3RDgGJNokpIK-VfcjFvARyY6Q2odN0LbfpetjxV0suLWuLmqV3KZpzLlwdoJBrYN1O733eyxVOvanb2fKI0oc8W1AmkiVLDx9dxUfGR-aJ10QNt2xDbSZDUUIkPR0nxlr5MWvot0-4Hs7GTJ5RntXDSzhypan7Dmv1SsvBT4mhR4pl9SSLeSm1Q/w400-h300/P3080038.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">It has been more like a musicological or a philosophical experiment than a real band. The change of titles and names (ever since 1994) may have caused us to lose all chance of attaining "visible or audible" results in the world of music, or at least it may seem like that. In reality, X.X.X.X works in the opposite way. It goes unnoticed and creates new paths to walk. Who has given us or them the chance? The first biography was written in the year zero, with English in musing and Finnish in style. Those times may have left an imprint on later years and works of art....</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">And when it comes to many Other Things, one does not have to mention Omnium Gatherum and the first three records (Steal the Light, Spirits and August Light and Years in Waste) to see and hear that there are in deed hidden causes to side effects or trails. Most of the words and themes were taken from Pathways, from "the story that was not sung". For another lesson that has never been learned, the question has been raised: where in hell is the line to be left uncrossed with our old titles, not to be used again somewhere else? Rehearsal songs from 1996 that were never officially recorded could be re-used, for it would be a shame and pity if they were lost altogether, would it not. But a real demo tape with Z-Trading cowboy western logo motives and TEOSTO copyright should have been left untouched. Cure a Wound and Gravesilence were mistakes. And there were consequences like always. But it remains an open question, whether or not both of these mistakes were needed, to balance the scales. One may ponder, and again.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonuOasSgbkOi6nrKK-qK8Y19Pr5gHZMW1Qa0EL3QDv6y2tAHqgL4PSMO4ib5qSvA3yPjd9ZxeoBnGM-adFmi549vwn52k6ILQbdG9nfJpykIbTtMHDrPsDowxRkWb8LhGJOGpKIbULSzTz9XsWVlmoPcIvvGk2vBFiZ5qu26OY5DmBePxpZiCKg1Y/s3648/P3080043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3648" data-original-width="2736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonuOasSgbkOi6nrKK-qK8Y19Pr5gHZMW1Qa0EL3QDv6y2tAHqgL4PSMO4ib5qSvA3yPjd9ZxeoBnGM-adFmi549vwn52k6ILQbdG9nfJpykIbTtMHDrPsDowxRkWb8LhGJOGpKIbULSzTz9XsWVlmoPcIvvGk2vBFiZ5qu26OY5DmBePxpZiCKg1Y/w300-h400/P3080043.JPG" width="300" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">But seriously, quite a few of the initiative workings were made public in the net during the years 2001-2008, and circled around the world of letters and electronic wonderland. The early next decade would see their publication in zines and print-on-demand books. These are now signs and notes for the historians to write about. You may not give a damn, but it can't be changed. What happened long before someone began to copy paste another's (G)old ideas as the newly wed stolen.... Who's the one to blame for this? No one, off course, record. This is what happened ages ago already, and we all have been guilty of the same crimes against the expressions of "human being", taking and stealing from our ancient ones, ripping off their songs. But there are borders to be guarded, and the crossings will be questioned by the authors or the history, as mentioned above. Now, below is the answer.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">If you borrow a line or few from Bon Jovi and Leonard Cohen, everybody knows the source. But if you take what is owned by thy neighbour, and if the work is not known by many, then it is all wrong. Thus we come back to the original quest(ion). If the magic works, that's the way it goes. Why do you complain, if it has been successful. Is it your own fault and vanity? We get what we need, not always what we want, or that's what they say. But even the ones who have been serious with their magical work, in one way or the other, well, they have been raising the same questions, for they know not what they have.....</span></i></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwzr3syv4GBmjTiZpgHvBBEuK4zlpS-QrLG55MowTybUNOjaq_ve_IsY2HoGmAwfcsFuNUjW0ESf8mRywE0Wu3KF9B_F-SgX_bujF75wyh35i-Axkpt2zS9thZfmwzLcQLZRN4a8pWIg3HC7Udk8wPulxjOljtsu2v8UFfqYcWpG4e1Ey3-6BXra6/s859/filppuilme.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwzr3syv4GBmjTiZpgHvBBEuK4zlpS-QrLG55MowTybUNOjaq_ve_IsY2HoGmAwfcsFuNUjW0ESf8mRywE0Wu3KF9B_F-SgX_bujF75wyh35i-Axkpt2zS9thZfmwzLcQLZRN4a8pWIg3HC7Udk8wPulxjOljtsu2v8UFfqYcWpG4e1Ey3-6BXra6/w239-h400/filppuilme.png" width="239" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">Almost no one has known this, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>but the Stylus </i><i>of early 1994 was </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>quite something. From </i><i>Extreme-like </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>and real Apocalyptic </i><i>"Judgment Day" </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">to the Unforgiven "Chain" imitation, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">Manowar in "The Power Of The Heart" </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">with "Defenders Of Metal" so True.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>Although Marky Mark was never seen </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i>rapping good vibes </i><i>on "Blue Power".</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">"Fear Of The War" is gone, as well. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">One </span></i><i><span style="font-family: courier;">of the band could not stand it, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">with these copies. But it went on. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">The Lost One was taken from Bruce.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: courier;">Forget dragons, bring on the tears.</span></i></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Nameless thank all thee</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">for loyalty, help and even ail</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The spell and sound will be</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">remembered by those who will</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">write down the Truth and hail</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Antti Filppuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06693144030135250287noreply@blogger.com