It’s October and the weather has turned cold. I’m taking my nightly stroll, walking the day off to get some peace of mind. This night I’m accompanied The World Of Dust, music to emphasise the coming of Autumn.
Womb Realm is the second solo album of Stefan Breuer -producer, bass player of I Am Oak, guitarist in Lost Bear, all round musician and the main man behind The World Of Dust – and it is a small mystical gem. Eight slow, short and fragile songs, basically build around a soft fingerpicked acoustic guitar.
Dreamy, layered songs that make my stroll in the yellowish street lightning cinematic, as if I’m the somewhat lost protagonist in a movie about loneliness in big city life. That cinematic feel has been created by Todd Tobias, who has added synths to the small and personal songs of Breuer. Additions that feel like the wind, bringing in extra intimacy into the soul searching sketches of The World Of Dust; a wonderful combination that makes the songs intriguing little strolls on their own. Eight short walks through the life of Breuer, strolls in which he sometimes is accompanied by Thijs Kuijken of I Am Oak or Julien Pras of Mars Red Sky but are always his strolls. And tonight I walk along, enjoying harvest, enjoying Hyenas, and finding peace of mind with The World Of Dust warming my heart twenty-one minutes long.
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Everyone who’s ever met broeder Dieleman in person knows that the almost 6 foot 6 Zeeuw is a beacon of rest. His thoughtful, soft spoken words reflect his personality. Yet his rolling roaring laughter are outings of a joy in life and work. It’s downright contagious.
When you find yourself in Dieleman’s vicinity, you’ll witness a life that’s brighter and lighter. Darker, more cynical thoughts drift back like clouds making place for the sun. Just don’t take this Dutch Big Friendly Giant for someone who is naive or always at ease. On the contrary: he is thoughtful, self-aware and not without the necessary self-reflection. He often sees things wit a broader perspective. But all of this is overshadowed by a love for life and living beings.
Somehow I ended up on the right side of inequality. As I’m enjoying my well-deserved holiday break sitting on this Italian beach tells me as much. Surrounded by the more prosperous side of middle, (if not high) class Italy, somehow, I feel kind of lost. Perhaps this luxury and wealth is somewhat unknown to me. It doesn’t fit the working class image I’ve so proudly developed for myself. Especially not when you consider the Africans strolling across this beach, selling sunglasses, fake brand bags, bracelets and common beach paraphernalia any truly prepared parent brings along. I wonder if bartering fake wood-carved African statues on an Italian beach was the dream they envisioned as they stepped on a boat to Europe.
It’s a hard life. To write a short article on Bismuth’s debut LP I’ve been googling the name on a daily basis, hoping to find inspirational tweets I could embed on Luifabriek and sell as own thoughts. Modern journalism currently practiced by papers and weblogs, a fashion which I’d love to follow: it;’s easy and it guarantees that my article suits the popular majority. Rest assured, I won’t be criticized for having divergent or even subversive thoughts. A journalistic methodology that’s the opposite of how Bismuth’s Yuri Landman and Arnold van de Velde embrace their craft. Their project Bismuth’s debut LP seems to be a means to explore new borders in experimental noise music.
Dormant, in a dream state. Waterfalls of warm water, a tropical rain storm, washing over you. You spread your arms to feel it touch skin. It’s nice, it’s soothing. You close your eyes and see colors take shape and gradually into whatever fantasy you conceive. This world evolves and revolves around you, turbulently moving around you as well as standing still. You’re flying, floating free. No goals set to reach, life is just there to be lived. And it flies by, the dream has taken hold of you.
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