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Give the man a break, he managed to not make it a novella-length title this time! ;)
I don't know if it's the full title or a two-line poem but for the album's Bandcamp page he couldn't resist the call of elongation:
The Meaning of Blackness More Decorous than Duty
Having become faster than everything A smile that was never birthed into the light
― pomenitul, Wednesday, 2 December 2020 14:54 (three years ago) link
five months pass...
Haino is 69 today. Feel like now's the time to talk about all three times I saw him perform.
The first was two days before Christmas 1991 at CBGB. Haino played a solo guitar set on a bill that also included OLD and UFO Or Die. John Zorn put it together, and at the end of Haino's set he came out and they performed a duo that was skull-crackingly loud. His guitar sounded like a thunderstorm, and all Zorn could do to pierce the wall was screech at the very top of the alto's range.
A couple of years later, maybe 1995, I went to the Knitting Factory and saw him do a solo percussion show. He started out doing soft, ritualistic stuff with tiny gongs, like some kind of monk or something, but by the end he was screaming and leaping into the wall with a tambourine in each hand and pieces of tambourine were flying across the room.
In 2000 I went to Tonic to see what was billed as a solo set, using electronics and hurdy-gurdy, to be followed by a Fushitsusha performance. It turned into a seamless three-hour experience that was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen/heard. There was theremin. There was hurdy-gurdy. There were half-hour slabs of unbelievably loud doomprov. He even played a song I recognized from one of the first two Fushitsusha live albums!
I love Haino. Long may he roar.
― but also fuck you (unperson), Tuesday, 4 May 2021 01:27 (two years ago) link