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Originally I was born as the youngest son of a farmer in the North of The Netherlands, Western Europe. Those days have long gone. Memories... Memories... Memories...
and the breathtaking silence of the land...
The breathtaking silence of the land...
Influences of my youth on my later art / Invloeden van mijn jeugd op mijn huidige werk :
01 - In 1955 I was born as the youngest son of a farmer in the North of The Netherlands, Western Europe. In the year 1959 we moved to a huge farm ( at least for me as a kid it was ) about a mile from the nearest village, Wommels. For me the next 2 years to come were like heaven - they pretty much shaped my current artistry.
The 'road' ( it was more like a horse track ) to school was too dangerous for me to travel as a 4 year old kid : this meant... that I was free... as free as a bird in the sky for 2 long years... ( of course in the mind of a kid this felt like eternity... )
The thing I remember most about that time was sitting silently somewhere in this huge barn directly connected to the house we lived in. As the first year passed by so did the seasons - and the lights... they dimmed... November came... December came... And there I was : listening now in almost complete darkness to the omnipotent sound of the wind, the rain on the roof - and in the far away distance ( don't forget - I was only a kid at the time ) my mother's voice, almost certainly praising The Lord. What I remember most about her voice was when she finished a song - in one long last vibrating breath...
Today ( 50 years later - ) you will find elements as mentioned above in all my art : distant, almost alienated voices - the omnipotent sound of the softly howling wind ; waves of Nostalgia, and waves of Melancholy. Most of all you will find these four elements in my side project ( see below ) Seelenruhe.
02 - When I was a young kid I used to sit a lot at the side of the road in front of our farm. For a few stretching miles to all directions of the wind there was basically nothing - but the Frisian lowlands. Totally at random someone seemed to have thrown in a couple of farms; the first b-road along our farm was only laid out somewhere in 1965. Before and after there was the overwhelming silence of the lands. I remember especially the early days of March - when everywhere around us the lowlands ( finally ) defrosted, sometimes in early spring days without any trace of wind whatsoever. Special also where those extraordinay silent days in late September, early October - as we were all watching the skies for the first storms to arrive.
Today ( 50 years later ) you will find elements as mentioned above in all my art : the overwhelming waves of silence, the slowly passing of time ( coming to a complete standstill - I like that! ), and the sounds/noise of Nature.
Most of all you will find these elements in my side project ( see below ) He Who Speaks In Silence
03 - I remember it well : my first addiction > the transistorradio.
Already when I was 8 years old I carried it with me like it was a smartphone covering the most valuable information ever - and it did. The quality of AM radio was influenced by so many things, I only mention thunder and lightning. And I quickly got addicted... to the Static, the Noise, the Fuzz, and the Buzz... Also I was there when a pirate radio station launched The Animals' The House Of The Rising Sun, also I was there when they launched Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone, also I was there when they launched The Velvet Underground's debut 'banana' album, also I was there when they launched The Stones' Satisfaction ( I Can't Get No ), also I was there when they launched The Beatles' Revolver album, also I was there when they launched The Who's My Generation, also I was there when they launched Procol Harum's A Whiter Shade Of Pale, I was there when...
But most of all I got addicted to the Static, the Noise, the Fuzz, the...
It was only a matter of time for this addiction to return - so here we are: the imperfection of the digital era reaching out to the past, only to shake hands and say: has actually anything changed at all?
Today ( 50 years later ) you will find elements as mentioned here in all my art ( see below ) : the static, the interference, the noise, the fuzz, and the buzz - Gunnthrain, Ecce Homo Pietoso, He Who Speaks In Silence, Seelenruhe, and Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors.
So... What then has become of This Fine Young Cannibal ( born in "the mainstream", now "underground" descended and addicted )... Well, for many years now this is my main project :
And currently my ( online ) sideprojects are :
He Who Speaks In Silence - When I was a young kid I used to sit a lot at the side of the road in front of our farm - silence can be really overwhelming.
Seelenruhe - Coming down from an atmosphere drenched in wind, rain and solitude.
Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors - From the heartlands of post-rock : recycling the Late 40's, 50's and Early 60's.
Beneden altijd de laatste releases van al mijn werk samengevat.
In Tears You Lay To The Light You Shall Turn (02) - Thu Feb 13, 2014 - Sandra: But mother... I was only composing a new piece for daddy... Stepmother: That's not music Sandra, that's just noise... ( Second one in a new series - all material : the human voice. SUPER headphones recommended! )
The Grey Winds, The Cold Winds ( Part 1 & 2 ) - Sun Mar 09, 2014 - The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing where I go... ( A truly standalone piece, that much is clear - looped and detuned synth, spoken word, and a broken record player. SUPER headphones recommended! )
Blatt Im Wind ( Teil 1 & 2 ) - Wed Jan 08, 2014 - ( I'm like a leave, torn from the tree too soon - could all lovers be this lonesome? ) ( Mascha Kaleko : 1907-1975 ) Standalone piece - VSTi grand piano, VSTi harmonium ( part 2 ), and spoken word. Headphones recommended!
Sleepwalk ( Can't Get It Out Of My Head ) - Thu Feb 06, 2014 - ORIGINAL SONG PLAYS ON MAIN ARTIST PAGE ! Santo & Johnny's 1959 Billboard no.1 digitally recycled using the theory of granular synthesis - special attention for the delayed drums. SUPER headphones recommended! Streaming only!
Over here - the farm where I was born, 1955 ( 01 )
Over here - the farm where I was born, 1955 ( 02 )
1965 - me in the middle, striped shirt...
The city of Sneek - where I was born
The wind, the water, and the grass ( my youth )
Frisian horse listening to transistorradio
Typical flooding after severe rainfall
The legendary lands of Paesens & Moddergat - 01
Atmosphere - 04
Coastline in the summer
Atmosphere - 06
The weather : sunlight peeking through clouds (01)
The weather : sunlight peeking through clouds (02)
Local sport called "fierljeppen" ( 01 )
Local sport called "fierljeppen" ( 02 )
Atmosphere - 12
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 01
Yes, we're mostly surrounded by ( the ) water
I am Frisian and I am beautiful
Frisian horse in wintertime - 01
Frisian horse in wintertime - 02
Yes, some of us live below sealevel
Black and white cows set free in springtime
Coastline - 01
Atmosphere - 11
Atmosphere - 17
Low tide - the Frisia mainlands in the distance
Amazing sunset in ( of course ) the west
How my father collected hay in The Elvis Years
Ancient, broken machinery (50's) to collect hay
Frisian horse - 01
Frisian horse - 02
Sensational stormy lake ( Heegermeer )
Wommels, our farm top right - click for big size!
Wommels, from the air 02 (click for original size)
The nearby village of Hichtum
Atmosphere - 07
Typical black and white cow
Atmosphere - 05
Coastline - 02
Black and white cows on the road
Busy day on the water ( I'm watching you... )
Incredible atmosphere - Hindeloopen
Atmosphere - 08
The church where I learned to sing
The black heart is where I always sat as a kid
Atmosphere - 14
You may call me Misty
Typical farm in wintertime
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 02
Atmosphere - 16 ( below sealevel )
The lake of Sneek - close to which I was born
The village of Nijland where my parents lie buried
Nijland - where my parents lie buried
Atmosphere - 13
Two Frisian horses flying
Frisian horse flying
The legendary lands of Paesens & Moddergat - 02
From 500 BC_1000 AD the protection of mounds (01)
From 500 BC_1000 AD the protection of mounds (02)
Mounds ( 03 ) - in total 955 from 500 BC_1000 AD
The Romans (12 BC ) considered Frisia as bare...
The incredible ( dead end street ) Lytsewierrum
Atmosphere - 15
Atmosphere - 17 ( Dokkum )
The danger of skating out into the open
Yes, we learned how to skate on a piece of wood
Dreamy pier ( Roptazijl ) out into the sea
Stormy pier ( Roptazijl ) out into the sea
Not the South Pole, just Frisia on the westside
Serious thaw on the westside of Frisia
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 01
Incredible hare jumping ( springtime )
The city of Sneek - where I was born - 02
Atmosphere - 09
Once we had a horse like this called My Fair Lady
Atmosphere - 10
Not me, but similar to what happened to me in '79
Typical pole jumping during my childhood
Farmer breaking his pole while jumping
Little boy lost while pole jumping...
Realistic image of modern, spreaded farms - 2013
18,64 Miles long - protection and connection (01)
18,64 Miles long - protection and connection (02)
Frisia includes 4 islands (Google for 'de wadden')
Sunset across the island of Terschelling
The nearby village of Burgwerd
Offingawier, where my parents lived during WW II
The cemetery where my sister Annie was buried
The mill close to Wommels struck by lightning
The End Of Time
The ' national ' flag