TAKING CARE OF HIS OWN ERECTIONS.

The Dickster has done it again. Evil Dick, never one to shirk his responsibility to throw us all off the musical track, has created yet another exquisite red herring, Earthly Delights. Evil is a multi-instrumentalist of rare ability with a stunning imagination. A truly unique composer in a Varesian and Other Worldly tradition, whose music demands an attentive and serious,  yet inquisitive and  playful ear. A musician who never forgets to pose the question to the listener, in fact, to all of us, now living in an ever increasingly precarious world…

“Well, are you going to buy the fucking  thing or what?”

This album was compiled between January and August 2018. It takes its name from the famous painting by Hieronymus Bosch; however, comparisons largely end there. The music has its own logic, taking the listener on a sonic journey through a mysterious and often unpredictable, phantasmagorical landscape. The full title of this album is Evil Tends to His Garden of Earthly Delights.
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released October 31, 2018

Produced by Richard Hemmings.
All compositions and xenochronicity © 2018 Richard Hemmings.
Improvisations © 2018 Richard Hemmings, Dave Jackson, Craig Ashenden, Scott Freer. All rights reserved.
Environmental recordings made by Richard Hemmings andwww.freesound.org.
All artwork and photographs © 2018 Richard Hemmings, except the image of fly (borrowed from Google) and the photo of Dave (lifted from his Facebook page).
More stuff at evildick.co.uk.

COFFEE AT MILANOS ?(DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!)

Ben Watson on COFFEE AT MILANOS

“It’s very direct, very melodic, and it sounds like a bunch of demos recorded by visitors from outer space who have just encountered jazz and are demonstrating what they’ve found to an interplanetary alien space station crew of investigative analysts.You see, what kills music is THEATRE, the sequencing of brute effect according to narrative … Wagner, Pink Floyd, Cornelius Cardew’s The Great Learning, David Bowie. What I crave is collective union of attention to musical detail: to the intricacies and intimacies of players’ establishing harmony and rhythm; unstitching the inherited garment and playing with frayed edges and weird worlds of thread. Or, to change metaphors, what I hear in COFFEE AT MILANOS is the dissecting scalpel of player intelligence cutting through the skin surface of “music” to expose pumping arteries and zinging nerve cells and replicating blood corpuscles. Close focus on the stuff of music itself.”

https://archive.org/details/DontEvenThinkAboutIt20-i-2016

THE BALLAD OF BIG BAD BEN

In 1997, following a negative review of Tom Chant’s Touch (Matchless), three big cheeses in London Improv – Eddie Prevost, Evan Parker and Martin Davidson – decided that the Ben Watson by-line must be banished forever. This was Tom’s big break, and it upset their plans if anyone pointed out the record wasn’t much cop (since then, all three musicians have agreed in private that I was basically right). Derek Bailey was highly amused, and congratulated me on outraging no less than three eminences with a single short review. Shortly thereafter, Evan Parker was raging in a reader’s letter against another “erroneous” critic, and said something along the lines of “the problem is that, if – God forbid – Ben Watson should be run over by a bus, there’s going to be another idiot ready to replace him”. Derek pointed this out to me, raised an eyebrow and said “that’s a threat, you know, and not so veiled …”. Derek responded to this letter (and some other things) in “The Ballad of Big Bad Ben”. It’s from Chats (Incus), a fantastic CD-R with lots of Derek’s inimitable spoken-word.

 

LOCATION / DISLOCATION (WITH SHOUT OUT TO PHIL JONES)

HERE IS THE OFFICIAL GUFF

Work Title: location / dislocation

Dimensions: 7.5 metres X 1.5 metres

Materials: Acrylic paint on wall surface, accompanied by musical interpretation.

Paint: Phillip Jones

Double Bass: James Rust

Percussion: Mark Grunden

Guitar: James Wilson

Tenor and Soprano Saxophones: Simon Bereux

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OTHER-DOING, REVOLUTIONARY CRACKS AND CRACK POTS.

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Free improvisation and Chadbourne are most definitely a manifestation of Holloway’s other-doing. A crack in the fabric of market capitalism. Outside of the spectacle and beyond its tentacles. No commodities or profundity chasing here. This is primal use value all up in ya face. And he’s an old fart as well, who’s been doing it for years. Eyebrows and recalcitrant stiff middle fingers all over the place. A fuck you to the man. Who says you have to grow up! Revolutionary potential? Who knows, go ask Taylor Swift!

Below a review by the Psychedelic Bolsheviks of Eugene Chadbourne’s concert at Cafe Otto in London. The link for those interested 

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FUNK KING JOSEPH.

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Seriously, how long does one have to put up with liberal Nobel Laureates and other half funking arsed liberal economic commentators rabbiting on with their holier than thou OVER FUNKING EDUCATED bullshit as if they REALLY funking care. Funking debt restructuring and giving countries a fresh start because that’s how capitalism can work?!? YEAH, AND THEN YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FUNKING HUGE SALARIES as you rock back and forth guiltlessly  in your serious leather funking business shoes with your hands in the pockets of your seriously look-how-successful-I-am suit funking pants.

FUNK YOU AND FUNK OFF ! JUST CANCEL FUNKING CAPITALISM BECAUSE THERE’S  NOT A FUNKING SKERRICK OF MORALITY IN IT.  IT’S JUST ONE GREAT BIG FUNKING PHYSICAL AND MENTAL PRISON  YOU FUNKING NOBLE LIBERAL LAUREATE MOTHERFUNKERS.

BELIEF AND KNOWLEDGE

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JUST ANOTHER RUPTURE AMID PARENTHESES (NOWHERE)

Everything does seem to fail, doesn’t it. Things pop up then disappear. Some look promising but kind of go nowhere. Nowhere seems to be the destination of so many things. One could try to list them all but why bother. Where’s that gonna get us?  Probably nowhere.

Occupy this, start that, infiltrate those, radicalise them,  confront that discourse, write about this, think through that, debate them, discuss this.  This idea, that idea.   Yep, on and on and on and on. Nowhere bound.

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