Getting excited about the release of the ANGST HASE PFEFFER NASE album next week. Were planning to drop BIDDEN along with Jason Lescalleets THIS IS WHAT I DO - VOLUME FIVE on January 20th. We asked Chris Coopers long time comrade and collaborator, Bhob Rainey, if he wouldnt mind sharing his thoughts on Chris Cooper and the pfeffer of ANGST HASE PFEFFER NASE. He was gracious enough to reply with the following: Shortly after I met Chris Cooper, he gave Greg Kelley and me a bag of carrots. We put them in our car, which we were driving to the West Coast. Weeks later, in Portland, a stink came along for the ride. We blamed it on some chocolate milk. By Salt Lake City, chocolate milk long gone, we found the real culprit. It was Chris Coopers carrots. Then, Chris Cooper gave me a record. Im not always a great friend. It makes me sad when I remember that. As an example, when my friends give me records, I often dont rush to listen to them. How could people that I know and spend time with make great records? Only phantoms make great records. The record Chris gave me was by Angst Hase Pfeffer Nase. It said as much on the cover, but it also said Beatings With Gimpy Flighted Wings Entrapped By Post-Fence Of Garish-Land, which wasnt the original TL;DR but was still prescient in regards to our willingness to blow off anything that is remotely more complicated than asshole. I didnt know how many people were in Angst Hase Pfeffer Nase and whether one of them was Chris. Greg Kelley, always helpful in this regard, informed me that a) the record was indeed Chris Coopers doing, and b) I might like it. Greg Kelley was right on both counts, except he should have said looooooooove it! This was the kind of record that only phantoms make. I started listening and knew that I would have to and want to hear it a lot more – because it was deep, but it didnt dress like it. It was joyful, intricate, complicated, fun, groovy, dark, strange, ambitious, dirty, sui generis, and generatively inscrutable. It had the scope and some of the discursiveness of a late Romantic symphony but could have been confused for a noise record. One of the cool things about New England at that time was that people made joyful noise records. And no one does layers like Chris Cooper. No one handles so many skittering, teeming particles with such (alien) bar room elegance. Sometimes, now, when Chris and I work on music together, I need help dealing with all of the balls in the air: For doubling and tripling squiddies, do you mean doubling the same squid or throwing in more squiddieparts? And his response to that query might be to send more music along with apologies and misgivings for perceived excesses and shortcomings. Except his unheard embarrassments put most of us to shame. His actual releases put everyone to shame. At a recent performance of some music that he and I did together, someone commented that he couldnt imagine how to even start making something like it. The only way to start is to start with Chris Cooper. https://glisteningexamples.bandcamp/album/bidden
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 20:17:02 +0000
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