“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Sleazy Death

I just found out a few days too late that Peter Sleazy Christopherson (Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, Coil...) had died on November 25.

I'm not sure what to say about it yet. Instead I'm listening to Music to Play in the Dark 2 (and it's pitch black in here).

Here is a good interview with Coil. They talk about the early days of acid house:

JB: We've been taking MDMA since 1980 when it was first brought into the country. Our circle of friends were taking it constantly — there was no context to take it in. It took to 88 for a context to arrive or 87 maybe. . . it was a sacred situation and some sort of sacred ceremony was happening, for a while anyway. Then the focus shifted and the scene dispersed.

PC: It's like there was a moment when album covers were art and then they became packaging and I kind of feel the same about the Acid House scene. There was a time when it was sacred and then there was a time when it was packaging - getting bums on filthy floors.

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