The Noamsky Brief
'I'm not surprised the state it is in. The human family I mean…
I guess it started with me needing some freedom, of speech that is. Not your regular freedom. That would be a minor to a major fifth. Some freedom to roam where I like to roam. In my white pants dancing in a white candle lit room with a view. No strings attached. Writing and recording. Day and nite, when I get around to it.
Listening to the collected works of Alan Watts tapes downloaded in 2011 sort of kicked the thing off. I came beware of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at the time. But it dawned at me that we truly are in a state of flux. All of us, not a good one I might add. Economically, culturally and politically. Not that I could do anything about that other than for myself. Yet I wanted to do something with that, beyond me. Something musical, not mentally. I’ve been aware of Noam Chomsky for a while but never felt it to be, something, I’d have to do something with. I felt that the message that Noam’s facts and seasoned humor are sending out is pretty compelling by its very self, as is Alan’s. Alongside the Watts download I found a Chomsky pack which I grabbed. It was only after listening to Alan in the morning and Noam in the evening for a while that I got it. I was working on The Binary Quartet album at the time and not fully absorbed by the process. I would be up and about in my studio, white pants, candles and rum; stopping well lets say; Shifting Gears; and start a random Noam Chomsky lecture, that I saw the connection. Between being awake and asleep. Between fun, and no fun. Fun? Alive, … dead? anyone?
I have to elaborate; Where being asleep is living, but that’s not quite the right word for being alive and asleep, meaning the comparison between life awake and living asleep. On or off, or on but lites off. Or otherwise dead. Dreaming in a wake state under hypnosis. And vice versa back once again. So hypnotized by the current paradigm and all its twenty-first century bliss. Facebooked into oblivion. Twittered into a trance. And banked, entertained into submission. Fenomenon supremo of the millennium: the exhibitionist narcissist in negotacione. The ‘day-sleeper’. oh my god, there’s so many of them…
There. How to make an album out of that. An instrumental, album. ehhhr.…. I didn’t have a clue. How do you sit at the piano and go; okay, let’s play a revolutionary track! Let’s change the course of thinking of Man with this beat!. Ah one two … On the one y’all !! Okay. That’s not gonna happen, not with me. But I kept the latter in mind making the tracks, but where the thing’s at is at the order of the tracks and the titles. During the weeks, months of making the Noam, I payed close attention to the day-sleepers and their objective. And to the world around me seemingly unaware of the plot. And my reaction to it, and to them would be my inspiration for building. The tracks. It got to the point where asking myself “dude, why?” ,why humor the world that brought ‘this’ all about? I guess because I consider Music to be out and above it. I devised a gnarly way to hide, obfuscate my message in the obvious. I have a special rulebook regarding music, let that be noted. Not particularly me making it, but more along the lines of Bach,Davis and Hendrix. Music, you know? Ayway. I made it the habit to work on the TBQ album in the afternoons and the ‘Noam’ after diner, coffee and a smoke, while every morning after listening to the rushes from the day before while making breakfast. Bliss. Never felt like stopping. I guess it all came down to wanting to be alone, angry and working.