Tonight I will have to choose between seeing legendary ecstatic noise hippies Acid Mothers Temple live here in cologne or visiting the philharmonic hall for a concert in memoriam H. W. Henze, the radical composer who died just a few weeks ago.
Somebody got a working time machine, maybe?
Update: Hey time machine people, I don’t know how you did it, but you are awesome! I saw both (while everywhere else in cologne the beginning of the carnival season was raging)!
There is something genuinely psychedelic about pure meaningless noise, what do you think? I assume it is about expanding the moment of not lacking anything, not missing any inexplicable significant “other” (to depend meaning on), the moment that is not determined by something else beyond itself. When everything is given, joy is not defined by what is missing, not limited by it’s opposit. So the research for the beauty of noise might be related to the persuit of limitless joy.
Pure and limitless presence, wouldn’t that just be the end of it all?
On the other hand, aren’t interruptions in the limitless process of signification possible?
In this interview John Cage cites Kant for saying that there are two things that don’t have to mean anything: music and laughter. Then he starts laughing…
…and then he explains a little more what he is talking about. Enjoy!