24.8.–26.8. September 07 turned out to be something of a new beginning for the musicnauts travelling in the steel–and wood–space ship by the notorious name of “Dark Sun”, the flag ship of a huge armada of souls flickering in the dim and treacherous deeps of cosmos. Through 10th up to 12th we made us as comfortable as we could to dive down and discuss tactics of making stage appearances and, finally, a brand new album. Hence the tough and manic work of many weeks and months.
We gathered around to Kuokkanen cottage, piece of an island in
SW Finland. We cooked, grilled, bathed and wondered the myriad of
stars; and we took acoustic guitars and basses, rhythmic spells and
devices, voices (of nature too) and we gave the performance of a
lifetime to those who had stopped their chopping and gnawing of woods
before sauna in their mainland away-from-home dwellings.
We had serious fun.
Pillows, mattresses, anything soothing as soft as mushrooms were staged and layed to the terrace, and Yur Zappa and Ylli would start their never diminishing opera of strings, and the mental preparation seeded itself into qualifying recordings of an ancient band. Regions of my very soul.
There is the amount of songs (Blinks of an eye, North from the living, Iskariot, and a few more) that have reached the point of coming out seriously, so to speak.
It has been a long way for this starship, and it is not about to end. We still have the urge to make unbelievable music, built in the system of, well, nothing but us.
Wait and hear.
In the meantime, listen to the voice of the nearby Douglas Fur swinging in the wind just aside your house; that’ll do a number on ya. Gizmo out.