[08:16] 1. Jeneda tells the story of her people

[05:51] 2. Wovoka's lament / What Hotchkiss did

The title of this EP is my personal dedication to Eduard Georg Seler (1849-1922) and Cecilia Seler-Sachs (1855-1935), two very beautiful souls. Wherever they are, I wish them well.

The title for the first song was inspired by a band called Blackfire. They are really good.

The two-part title for the second song will become clearer once you set out to hone your internet research skills. It's not a funny story. Just ask the Nimíipuu.

[08:31] 1. Auchenorrhyncha

[10:48] 2. Intimate slow dance with a nonexistent

[10:48] 2. girlfriend / Auchenorrhyncha II

"Mille millions de tonnerres de Brest!"

(Capitaine Haddock, The Adventures of Tintin)

Brest is a place in France. The sound of this recording makes me think of the cliffs at nearby Pointe de Pen-Hir. Stubborn, naked cliffs breaking the violent brunt of the Atlantic.

Auchenorrhyncha is a suborder of the insect class. Biblical plagues come to mind, wonderful moments of solitude in the quiet outdoors come to mind.

Apparently, Captain Haddock was the alter ego of Hergé. As a child I used to look up to Tintin, but the older I get the more I can relate to the raving wreck that is Haddock. So much unnecessary, morbid pain in this world - administered by tragic humans (like myself and you, too, in spite of us). It fucks me up.

The only peaceable moment in this session is in the second song. Love. Even though the title might sound like it's but an illusion. Love is essential. Loving oneself truly is essential. Forgiving oneself lovingly is essential. Only then may we dare to love others. Or rather, be able to live true, unconditional love towards everything. I love humans. I love life. That's why what we do keeps killing me harshly.

So don't be shocked by the violence of this recording. It's but a sonic portrayal of the world as we collectively choose to destroy it. The reality (and our individual complicity in it!) is what should upset you.

Having said that, being upset is a crippling and misguided emotion: It breeds only prejudice and hatred. There is so much positive stuff going on: It needs our unwavering support, our undivided trust.

[05:08] 1. The slow cheerleader dance

[09:57] 2. Cathedral of sound, headbanging

[02:20] 3. The idea is the thing

[02:39] 4. Trashy tribute to Glenn

[05:29] 5. Good evening, Muuss

[05:39] 6. Howdy, farmer! (holterdipolter)

[03:39] 7. Beyoncé's return

[05:51] 8. Own Records should make their old

[05:51] 8. CDr-s available again! :)

[02:20] 9. Breakfast of salinas

[03:51] 0. 2 oder 3 Dinge, die dich festhalten

Recorded at my friend Mishka's place. A mix of the odd song that would later make it into my live set in a slightly different incarnation and mostly random bits, improvisations, meanderings.

My faves are 1, 2, 7, 9 and 0.

And for once, the sound is pretty close to what I can hear while playing. I like my bass strings rattling like dirty water kicked about in a rusty barrel, and the bright ones shimmering like sun rays to the point where it becomes almost deafeningly shrill. On a good day, my voice, which is thin and soft, hovers on top of it all, reconciling all the turmoil underneath. Anyway, that's my ideal vision.

Salina were a band from Luxembourg active at the turn of the century. Their only demo, just like the only album ever released by Lecitone (a band on Own), wow. And who the hell is Glenn? Good morning, tweezers and cat lovers. A kindred field of flowers and thistles keeps my spirit alive. Please join me there.

COVER PHOTO: Michel Thorn