Good Lord, I’m alive. Bionaut, for those of you uninitiated and even for those that are, is like a stuffen jellyfish you know. We float inordinately through time vaguely aware of our own existence. Well, it’s a rare moment indeed ain’t it that for me or should I say us being in the conscious state as it might be said. For all love I should admit that Bionaut is me. Yes, it is a me most all of the time. It is also an us, and of course it is when we should appear in public as the product of two such deranged individuals as you might witness with your own senses, but as it may be written and as it may be said this Bionaut is but me more than likely in the event that I am not gone on to the big causeway.
Let’s go long, shall we? Stuff it, no way. I’m already losing interest in consciousness. I suppose the only reason I wanted to reach out was to note that Bionaut has recorded an insane amount of material that no one has ever heard! I’m listening to a wholly satisfying piece of Pink Floyd meets Suicide and it is bliss upon my word. However, I’ve never been much of a hand at representing our creative output to the masses. Ooops! My bad! I listen to this music we’ve done sometimes, and I am BLOWN AWAY at how cool it is to have recorded it. Bionaut is SO AWESOME! Then, I go off floating like a jellyfish into the deep…
Good Lord! What’s more incredible here, members of Bionaut having physical contact with each other, or Paul having physical contact with a bottle of water! Doesn’t Paul look like he’s going to shed his skin or something? My those gold sneakers are sharp!
We once made a video for our song ‘Fridge Full of Leonard Cohen’. It was edited by Chris Seufert from live footage made by Bruce Maclean and Steve Wyeth at the Cloudwatch event in Baltimore that we played. The Cloudwatch was a great event. We played right before DJ Spooky, who is essentially the anti-Paul Eggleston. Those two really should have had a chat, but Paul E was too busy scoring drugs and the Spookmeister had his nose in a book all night as far as I can remember.
In any case, we sent a copy of the ‘Leonard’ video to a radio guy in Moscow who got it into rotation on a nationally broadcast music video station. For years I used to get emails from Siberia from guys asking me to send them free copies of our CD. Always very charming. I usually sent them regular post. Months later I’d get these emails from the recipients telling me how incredible it was that the CD was actually delivered by the Russian post office. They would always be very grateful and amazed.
Wow! Just got back from the NY show at 109Square. What a great place! Awesome people there putting the show on with us. Thank you very very very much to Brian and Antoine whose hands on support was exceedingly excellent. Thank you very very very much to all the peeps that made it happen… Brian Rogers for booking us and the admin staff of Julio Montero, Chris Davis, and Connie Baker for greasing the skids. We’ve done a lot of shows at this point in our careers, and we’ve found that you tend to get people that are either enthusiastic or competent. You rarely find both qualities together, and this place is one of those exceptions. Everybody is spot on! 109Square is a new venue, and anyone in the area should check it out.
I’ll be posting some photos and some music from the show after I’ve had a little chat with my growler. It’s a satanic beer thing, you wouldn’t understand.
I sometimes wish I had never heard of Bionaut. Pity, if I had never created it, I never would have had to hear of it. Nonetheless, in all things electronic music I blame Paul Eggleston, or at the very least Klaus, Del and Dikmik. Yet it was Paul who enabled my own descent into the maelstrom, so let it be him.
Painting with electronic sound is a most treasured experience, but preparing the canvas and palette can be much more strenuous than brushing on gesso and squeezing a few tubes. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so noisome, should there not be the requirement of moving the gear over hill and dale, and crossing bridges to reach houses your grandmother wouldn’t dare set foot near in order to present your art to the masses. Unfettered so would not be quarrelsome. Alas, it is not to be in this age. Armies march with sword, shield, and armor and Bionaut must load in and load out with the same.
Bionaut is an ‘old-school’ electronic act. We already own piles of electronic instruments built of steel and circuits. Born in an earlier age, we lumber as dinosaurs. The ground will shake and the tiny mammals shall quiver and hide. Bionaut shall convey its weighty presence to all corners of its empire until gravity shall pull it down. The descent of bones imagined as the hope of a fossil record bears the effort.
I know of no other band that even approaches our lack of logic. We are perhaps like Romans styling ourselves as Hellenic philosophers, refusing to learn the lesson that non-commercial effort leads to no success yet reveling in our glory as aesthetic champions. We hew to the belief that communion with the mysteries represents an ideal which attained bestows a sense of spiritual triumph and, thusly, justification of the work.
I’ve been reading a book about Judas Priest called ‘Heavy Metal Painkillers’. I don’t know about you, but seeing Priest live is f$#%ing awesome. Inspiring is the word that jumps to mind. I’m an old geezer, of course, so I have the privilege of having seen the boys 4 or 5 times in the 70′s. Stories for another blog, perhaps.
In any case, reading about their approach to creating their music lit a fire under my ass, and I started writing music again. I’ve been off in the land of milk and honey, I suppose, thinking that I’ll just keep pulling tunes out of my netherregion, but thank Priest I’ve gone back to basics once again.
Probably what this is really about is a professional approach to making music. Bionaut has existed since the beginning as an entity which engenders ambient revolution. We’re totally against it, whatever it is… whatever. We’re sabotage rebels without a cause. Our potential for apathy is so all powerful that we don’t even care if we play ever again. Yet, our love for knob twisting, brain frying, full-on dick-out electronic music keeps leaking into ambition, and it cannot be denied.
Thus, we shall sally forth once again to purvey our latest batch of sonorous sonatas so soulfully that sleep shall serve as your only sensible solution to submit to our somnapheliac supplication. See you soon.
We’re sounding good again! Oh yes, and we’re going to play. Yes, playing we are in Queens. Must get musty gear talking again. Make bad gear good again. Make good sounds come out. Enough cave painting. Sun is shining. Outside now.
