Hubert Bergmann | Spurwechsel | Mudoks Record

SPURWECHSEL | a film by Hubert Bergmann 2002/2014 Anlässlich eines Projektes mit autistischen Jugendlichen innerhalb dessen die „Bilder einer Ausstellung“ von Modest Mussorgski an öffentlichen Plätzen szenisch-musikalisch aufgeführt werden, entsteht dieser Film, der an den stummen Innenräumen der Protagonisten partizipiert. Durch verschiedene Perspektivwechsel, gesprochenen Texten der „sprachlosen“ Jugendlichen (gestützte Kommunikation) und Zu-Deutung wird ihnen zur Sprache im öffentlichen Raum verholfen. So wechseln die Darsteller ohne dies zunächst zu ahnen (oder vielleicht doch?) zwischen ihren „verrückten“ Innen Räumen und den normalen Außenräumen, den Orten der Performances hin und her. Schließlich wird spürbar was der Schriftsteller Arno Gruen auf den Punkt bringt. „Der Wahnsinn der Normalität“, als Spiegel des Satzes: „Ganz normaler Wahnsinn“. Nur, wer und was ist Wahn.. Sinn.. ig…..?!? — Hubert Bergmann Continue reading

Jim Franklin | Hubert Bergmann | Journey of Simurgh | Mudoks Record

EVEN IF IN MY GAMES I HAVE SOMETIMES WON AND SOMETIMES LOST IN THE END I THREW EVERYTHING INTO THE BLACK WATER. I HAVE BEEN WIPED AWAY, I’VE DISSAPEARED, NOTHING IS LEFT OF ME. I WAS ONLY A SHADOW, NOT THE SMALLEST PARTICLE OF DUST REMAINED OF ME. I WAS A DROPLET, LOST IN THE OCEAN OF MYSTERY, AND NOW I CAN NO LONGER EVEN FIND THIS DROPLET. — Farideddin Attar Neyshapun Continue reading

Hubert Bergmann | Yellerwood | Udo Schindler | Rome Hills | Mudoks Record

ROME HILLS, in case of tonal emergency The story behind this music is for the most part unknown. Rome 2012. During a brief stay in February – wandering from place to place in the city, pleasantly warm, every day life in the North now vanishing, somehow a newcomer in this interim spawning ground of being, here where Passolini hinted his portent in the ether. The cafes in which the ether coagulates, barely concealing their peace and tranquility, and each place where memories are celebrated are so old that forgetting now is hardly noticeable. History disappears just around the corner. One who fights “against” this forgetfulness , is an atypical Roman, Massimo, whom I met in front of the now entirely contrived Fiaschetteria, once the hangout and meeting place of Roman artists, who gave me an update of the happenings in the Italian scene. Later in the train while the sounds of AH23 fluttered gently through my mind (I imagined his burning finger and M.’s portrait sunk into the Tiber), a video popped up, totally unexpected, on my google site. John Cage and Cathy Berberian, who performed this mysterious aria in Rome, sang a piece whose link I was able to pull up on my computer – something about “yellow” and “wood” that I later discovered was “Yellerwood.” A voice from the Roman Hills sounded so like Berberian. Then the request on this unknown woman, via Mr. Ricci, if she might be interested in contributing her wonderful voice to recordings done in October 2011 with Udo, a bustling multi-reed man. Something however was missing. Her voice shuttled back and forth, a poem added for garnishment, out of which a new and peculiar world blossomed into a fine mood. Something from Berberian, the utter essence of nature and beauty. Everything that knows itself is sound… No reason to crash… Hubert Bergmann Continue reading

Hubert Bergmann | Gilad Atzmon | Zone de Memoire | Mudoks Record

Musical fruitfulness doesn’t come easy. But in an improvisation between two men who are playing together for the first time, something incredible can happen: the instantaneous poignancy of the justgenerated material, the visible sparks of the respective imaginations, the concrete explanation behind that fundamental instinct which pushes gifted humans to attempt a creative act to look into themselves to begin with, and communicate with fellow talented speciments later on. — Massimo Ricci Continue reading