Saturday, July 30, 2011

SCIENCE OF THE SEA.



Jürgen Müller, b. 1948 in Hamburg, Germany.

Jürgen Müller was a self-taught amateur musician who, while studying oceanic science at the University of Kiel, purchased some electronic instruments and set up a mobile studio on his house boat, docked along the town of Heikendorf, on the North Sea. He held a life-long fascination with the ocean, the expansive and endless inner-space of the deep, where he felt many ecological miracles had yet to be discovered, and which kindled a love for the unknown. This love of all things nautical started early in his youth and eventually led him to study the oceanic sciences.

For one week in 1979 Jürgen took up with a film crew on a mission to document some sea-water toxicity testing that was being performed by a couple of notable biologists, only a few kilometers off the shore. This was to air as a special later to be viewed in universities. Jürgen went to take notes for a course, but soon found himself instead moved by the surroundings more in an artistically inspired sense than a scientific one. He found the mystery and romance of the great seas to be quite moving, and then decided rather abruptly that he would make music to capture this feeling.

Utilizing only a handful of barely-remembered childhood piano lessons, Jürgen set about creating his marine-influenced vignettes with some electronic instruments he had gathered through friends, as well as borrowing some new equipment from a local school’s music department. As a general music lover, earlier in the '70s he had taken note of several avant garde electronic composers who he felt simultaneously captured a purity of sound and sense of wonder that was lacking in other music. He dreamt of fusing this ideal with the synthetic recreations of nature. In a sense, one could say he stumbled onto an early “new age” aesthetic through pure ignorance and coincidence. Mixing relaxing ambient tones and spooky otherworldly sounds, he came up with a unique approach. After filling several reels of home recordings he held ambitions of becoming a film composer. He decided to start his own publishing company, Neue Wissenschaft, and hoped to compose albums in order to sell as production music to various film companies for use in documentaries and television programs. As he was simultaneously hard at work on his studies to finish school, he had to work on his music in short intervals, and often had to put it aside altogether. As a result, it took several years for him to actually realize his sole full-length recording, Science of the Sea, the sessions for which began in late 1981, before finishing a year later. Less than 100 copies were pressed, and few of them were even sent out to potential clients. Most copies were eventually given to friends and family.

Jürgen’s musical gamble never quite paid off as he had hoped, and without any outside interest or connections in the music world, he soon abandoned any dreams of a musical existence and instead chose to further his oceanographic career. Remastered from the original tapes by Brad Rose with help from Norman Chambers.

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

MITCH MURDER.



In the past few years, there's been an explosion of artists attempting to recreate the sound + vision from our favorite decade. During the latter part of the MySpace explosion, TNUC was a lost in a bevy of cheap, party-store fog and found much of the music sounding pretty generic. Some time passed, and while there were still great projects emerging, many on the other hand started to become stale.

Out of this collective i'm referring to, one man that continued to improve and now reigns victorious is Mitch Murder. After listening to his 2010 full length album, 'Burning Chrome', it was clear to me that few can capture the spirit and keep it alive like Mitch. His sound is pure, refreshing and in no way feels "retro".


Out of all the exquisite tracks from the record, it was Beach Interlude, and its video, that pulled me back into Mitch's whirling vortex and allowed me to rediscover his music. Watching this video is almost therapeutic. The other reason? The mighty Top Gun celebrates its 25th anniversary with a 70mm screening TONIGHT (Thursday) at the Aero Theater in Santa Monica, CA. There are slim chances in life of you ever having the privledge of catching Maverick, Iceman, Goose, Viper, Slider, Jester, Cougar, Wolfman, Sundown, Merlin, Hollywood, Stinger, Chipper, Kelly McGillis's eyebrows and a very questionable beach volleyball scene in glorious 70mm print. Be there!

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.



Ah, summertime in Santa Carla, California. Once the birthplace of TNUC, and now memories which bring back day trips on our Yamaha's, ripping down the beach to the yearly carnival. The fried dough, cotton candy and corn dogs could be smelt a mile away. Street vendors, piercing booths, airbrush t-shirt stands and hardbodies graced the busy streets.


This friendly, inviting, sandy corner of California was quite a different scene when night fell. Believe me, TNUC should know, he's been banned from the boardwalk since 1987. Before that time, we ran the boardwalk and were the symbol and spirit of teenage invincibility. Hell, even the carny workers listened to us.
It would start out with a pretty typical friday night. I'd be greasing up the Yamaha in Old Man Covington's garage, periodically checking in on him, waiting for him to finish that last drop of whatever snake-piss he got himself into that night. As soon as he knocked out and I had fed my pet Iguana, I would roll the motorbike ever-so quietly out of the driveway, the only slight noises would be coming from the tires rolling over the black, slick pavement from last night's rain.
Cue the late night warrior roam. Like a hungry heard of stylin' bison, we would take the night on with a vengeance, and we weren't the only ones. All the cave dwellers would come out when the sun went down. Stylistically speaking, wardrobe malfunctions just didn't exist during those days. Donning a leather trench coat, one dangling cross earring, a torn up mesh shirt and gloves w/ cutoff fingertips would start you out in the right direction. Some fresh bleach through the hair and a sharp switchblade wouldn't hurt either. Once you were ready to take on the night, the possibilities were endless. Maybe you'd start out intimidating people on the merry-go-round...and then work your way up to having a "feast around the fire". We can't divulge too much information here to the public, but lets just say, it all depended on how far you were willing to go.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

UTMOST CLASS & SOPHISTICATION.



Bryan Ferry will always be the classiest gentleman in the room. Effortlessly he prowls the party, looking as upscale as ever, but never forced or looking like he spent a great deal of time "trying". He grabs a drink from the tray the waiter is walking around with, fiddles around in his pocket for that gram of Colombian he bought hours earlier, and meanders himself and his tassel-loafers over to the most stunning girl in the room.

Play this song on a first date and see what develops.