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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.
The Time Will Come Because You Know Why ( 09 ) - Thu Mar 28, 2013 - How Beautiful Is The Rain...! The Rain... The Welcome Rain... ( Nineth one in a series - from the Deep Down Dungeons of Gotham City Asylum. Original story - a British nursery rhyme. All material: the human voice. Headphones highly recommended! )
Destination Silence ( Untitled 05 ) - Thu Apr 25, 2013 - ( Fifth one in a new series ) The Next Generation HWSIS : a new set of standards in melody, production and intensity. Detuned strings, ( VSTi ) Icelandic horns, broken recordplayer, and ( alienated ) choral sampling. SUPER headphones highly RECOMMENDED!
Immer Wieder Aber Auch Immer Sinnlos - Thu May 09, 2013 - ( Loose translation: Again And Again But Always In Vain ) Second one in a series. Looped and detuned grand piano, a spoken word. Waves of melancholy, waves of solitude, and in the end only silence remains. SUPER headphones recommended!
Expecting To Fly ( Dust In The Wind ) - Thu Mar 07, 2013 - ORIGINAL SONG PLAYS ON MAIN ARTIST PAGE ! Buffalo Springfield's 1967 Expecting To Fly rebuilt using the theory of granular synthesis, after which I added VSTi mellotron and VSTi strings. SUPER headphones highly recommended!
1965 - me in the middle, striped shirt...
The city of Sneek - where I was born
Wommels, Friesland, The Netherlands
Frisian horse listening to transistorradio
Atmosphere - 04
No, not incoming icebergs - just Frisian ice
The nearby village of Hichtum
Atmosphere - 05
Atmosphere - 06
Local sport called "fierljeppen" - 02
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 01
Yes, we're mostly surrounded by ( the ) water
Frisian horse in wintertime
Yes, some of us live below sealevel
Frisian horse - 01
Black and white cows set free in springtime
Wommels, our farm top right - click for big size!
Wommels, from the air 02 (click for original size)
Frisian horse -02
Wommels, from the air 03 (click for original size)
Atmosphere - 07
Typical black and white cow
Yes, we learned how to skate on a piece of wood
Incredible atmosphere - Hindeloopen
Atmosphere - 08
The cemetery where my sister Annie lies buried
You may call me Misty
Typical farm in wintertime
The church where I learned to " sing "
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 02
The white arrow is where I always sat as a kid
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
Frisian horse flying
Two Frisian horses flying
Traditional sailing on the lake of Sneek - 01
The city of Sneek - where I was born - 02
Atmosphere - 09
Once we had a horse like this called Michelle
Atmosphere - 10
Typical water jumping during my childhood
Offingawier, where my parents lived during WW II
The nearby village of Burgwerd
The ' national ' flag
Updating problems 2013