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    March 29

    DEATHSPELL OMEGA--Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice (2004)

    1. First Prayer

    Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur,
    quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.

    Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the
    Lord,
    praise, O servants of the Lord...
    We will sing a new song to thee,
    O God: a psaltery of thirteen Stations,
    may scoria bury Eden and blind the light of hope...


    2. Sola Fide I & II

    O Satan, I acknowledge you as the Great Destroyer of the Universe.
    All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy.
    Exercise upon me all your rights.
    I spit on Christ's redemption and to it I shall renounce.
    My life is yours Lord, let me be your herald and executioner.
    My actions shall lead other hearts away from salvation
    All shall acknowledge Your sacred royalty and crawl in terrified devotion.

    Where is the book of truth, or the inheritance that'd enlighten me?
    No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers...
    But certainty and madness write in ashen letters
    And he that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him.
    And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given
    us.

    "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact
    that it is the direct speech of god to man"

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    Seest thou how faith wrought with his works
    And by works was faith made perfect?

    They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside
    With their jaws so contagious of a disease
    As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Sammael
    The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit
    It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of this pest divine
    The least traces of the consolation of Eden
    Were consumed by this heinous blessing in ashes.

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    My god and lord of this earth,
    you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts.

    "The essence of Revelation lies in the fact
    that it is the direct speech of god to man"

    Verily I say unto you, there is none righteous enough to resist, no, not
    one...
    For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity;
    Your lips have spoken lies, your tongue has muttered perversity.
    The heart of a lost angel is in the earth, the immaculate is abased...
    forevermore.
    Neither stormful convulsions nor an apex of light shall break the yoke
    For he that keepeth His commandments dwelleth in him, and He in him.
    And hereby we know that He abideth in us, by the Spirit which He hath given
    us

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    Wilt thou know, O vain man,
    that faith without works is dead?

    Some rejoice of the children's innocence and smiles
    Others of their shameful defloration by the ministers of Christ,
    swollen by arrogance and lust
    Jesus spoke words of wisdom: "Let the children come to me"
    What's more enthralling indeed than ruining through them the genesis of life
    itself?
    Dive deep into the blue eyes of the newborn and thou shalt get a glance of
    heaven
    When this dive reveals despair, hideous ruins of the glory of Hell
    The serving sons of disobedience proclaim Vengeance belongeth unto Him...

    Oh how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be thought worthy,
    who hath trodden under the foot the Son of God,
    and hath counted the blood of the covenant?
    Faith and devotion shall be the stones to the temple
    Fanaticism and intransigence ignite the flaming crown of malign essence
    That is Your host, Lord, and our burden. Hosanna!

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    Seest thou how faith wrought with his works
    And by works was faith made perfect?

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    My god and lord of this earth,
    you shall henceforth be the sole object of my thoughts.

    Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria.
    Wilt thou know, O vain man,
    that faith without works is dead?


    3. Second Prayer

    Oh Satan, you're the God before whom I stand
    Live your life in me,
    See how I erase my name from the lamb's book of life
    And reject the benefit of the holy wounds
    I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living
    For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight
    And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order
    They shall grow to columns of the holy lair
    That which harbours the dragon with seven heads.

    Ita est putrefatio Dei similes,
    sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum.

    How long will ye halt between two opinions?
    Realise! That your body is the temple of the living God!
    Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse.

    Ita est putrefatio Dei similes,
    sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum.


    4. Blessed Are The Dead Whiche Dye In Lorde

    Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine
    Amniotic liquid of another kind
    That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
    Behold the transformation, servant
    Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars
    Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved
    Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin
    And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike
    Do not cease until the Baptist collects
    Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment,
    And anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you
    thrice...
    Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine
    A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit
    uncorruption
    Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the
    Lorde
    The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law
    The law of man is His presence and dominion...
    We will submit ourselves unto Him
    And henceforth walk in His ways
    And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality
    As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience
    We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones
    And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations
    What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde,
    For all the benefites that he hath doen unto me?


    5. H閠o飉asia

    Hearken, thou, until I relate things
    that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world,
    for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come...
    Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth,
    shall be aware of what they do, but all will
    court the assassination of Christ's redemption, again and again...
    Their apparent choice of the cross against the serpent
    Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement
    The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God...
    What a balm for the soul of those who respire hellfire
    To witness Abraham sacrifice his firstborn. Amen!
    Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His
    venue?
    Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... visionary words indeed
    For man is the key and man is the device
    And out of his ranks shall arise the saviour draped in the blood of the
    unborn
    Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the devil or a demon as some
    others do
    but one of mankind in whom Satan shall dwell totally...
    for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition,
    such that he will seat himself in the Temple as if he were God"
    Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou Capharnaum
    that art exalted up to heaven, thou shalt be thrust down to hell...
    For he will grow from child to man and extirpate
    souls in a devilish whirl from your cursed bosom.
    Fraught voices rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation
    But mankind was the prism to the quintessence of corruption
    Contemplate and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His
    venue?
    What joy and glory shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast
    Consumed and eaten have been the abundant abortions of mankind, but now,
    none of them, humans, shall remain but what birds could not carry off in
    their claws!


    6. Third Prayer

    Ere thou enter farther in such mysteries, comprehend:
    The secret of the Lord is for those who fear Him
    and He will make them know His covenant.
    Cursed is he that removeth awaye the marke of hys master
    to please men and not to serve in secrecy.
    Amen.
    Blessed is he that maketh the blind to goe oute of hys waye.
    Amen.
    Cursed is he that putteth his truste in man,
    and taketh manne for his defence,
    and in his harte goeth from the Lorde.
    The lord prevails.
    Amen.
    Blessed is he that taketh rewarde to slea the soule of innocent bloude.
    Amen.
    Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow men.
    Amen.


    7. Si Monumentum Requires Circumspice

    Si momumentum Requires, Circumspice
    The monument of a deceiving spirit
    Of myriads of deceiving spirits born of our godly father
    Rather, stand up with the twenty four elders and say
    Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!
    Accept the truth revealed in Emmanuel
    And listen: one Lord, one faith, one baptism
    All that He decides is holy, all that He says is law
    And not worship Him by kneeling before Him if in thine heart
    Is no true joy at the sight of Ariel covered by the ashes of devastation.
    Do not worship Him unless your soul glitters of the purity of sin
    And of unearthly virtues.
    It shall truly contain the vision of the fallen tabernacle of David,
    That which brought forth our Elisha that ignites in flames so pure.
    Si momumentum Requires, Circumspice
    Let no human knowledge impeach Divine Truths
    Nor any mists of incredulity prevent your mind
    From touching Divine Mysteries, hear the voice:
    Before Abraham was I am
    Si momumentum Requires, Circumspice
    Drink from the grail He sanctified when
    The frail saviour failed to raise up
    The destroyed temple in three days
    And open your purged mind
    To Divine Oracles:
    May the tributes of faith be rendered to Faith.
    Si momumentum Requires, Circumspice
    I shall descend in humiliation before Thee
    And ascend before men only if thy will ordains me
    In the midst of my carnal temple shall forevermore
    Sound the tremendous words
    Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!
    Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!
    Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!


    8. Odium Nostrum

    "-Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy." Psalm 99:3

    Let them praise thy great and terrible name;
    for it is holy

    Odium
    Oh Merciless Hatred;
    Spare nothing, spare no one
    Oppressive heat, intense flavour
    From the pupil of the one-eyed mongrel to the distant depths of the
    macrocosm
    We are all waiting for the releasing hour

    Praise the God of our salvation;
    Hosts on high, His power proclaim

    Odium
    Oh Merciless Hatred;
    Burn the Me in me,
    And thus every cell of humanity.
    May the essence of impurity redeem my soul
    Unleashed hatred be my salvation and thy ghoul

    Worship, honour, glory, blessing,
    Odium, we offer unto Thee.
    Young and old, Thy praise expressing,
    In glad homage bend the knee.
    All demons in hell adore Thee;
    We would bow before Thy throne.
    As His angels serve before Thee,
    So on earth Thy will be done.
    Wherefore He also hath highly exalted it, and given it a name
    which is above every name:

    That at the name of Odium every knee should bow, of things in
    heaven, and thing in earth, and things under the earth;
    And that every tongue should confess that Odium is Lord, to the
    glory of Satan our Master.


    9. Jubilate Deo (O Be Joyful In The Lord)

    From the Thirteen Apostles men
    Pregnant nymphets hast they become
    Defiled with divine faeces;
    Despicable rot, tortured flesh

    Those eyes have witnessed.

    Organic procreation, mind-intromission;
    there comes the salvation
    Pubescent vaginas obstructed with the redeemer's holy essence
    Humanity reduced to its supreme worthlessness;
    Children under His will, Ethic fulfilled

    Those eyes were deceived.

    Little children, praise the Lord,
    Praise ye the Lord!
    This is the day which He hath made;
    all will rejoice and be glad in it

    Born with the ability of begetting
    Only but One gift were she granted
    To excrete a new humanity unwanted
    Reluctantly she - woman - loves the god of a creation within

    Those eyes have binned.

    Praise the Lord in His benevolence
    For the disadvantage and their simplicity
    Rape, incest, and insouciance
    Of a magnificent power if unforeseen despondency

    Those eyes lied zealously

    Praise Him for His blessed act,
    Praise ye the Lord!
    This is the day which He hath made;
    all will rejoice and be glad in it

    Innocence sacrificed and heaven denied
    Iniquity divine - no repentance - over mankind
    Mind-raped, self-devoured, empty god-eyed
    Transgression coercive, Redemption never to be found

    Those eyes were blind

    Under the altar of cannibalism
    Man hast (thou) confessed the spiritual schism
    And without pride mourned the loss of freedom,
    Our blessed Lord have condemned you to martyrdom

    Those eyes saw wisdom

    Praise the Lord, for He is glorious;
    Praise ye the Lord!
    This is the day which He hath made;
    all will rejoice and be glad in it

    Inter spem et metum
    Inter spem et metum
    Inter spem et metum
    Inter spem et metum
    Inter spem et metum
    Inter spem et metum
    Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord,
    praise ye the Lord.


    10. Carnal Malefactor

    Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
    Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
    Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
    And uterine strangulation by the wreaths
    Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed
    With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
    Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely
    Vinegar stills your child's thirst?
    You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest...
    To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege!
    Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will
    When even your glance should never leave the soil?

    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    Angel prick and holy semen,
    And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
    Seduced by the father and seducing the son
    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands

    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb
    With a candle in reverential contemplation
    And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects
    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see
    And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once
    The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity...
    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite
    Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste,
    For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible

    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    Angel prick and holy semen
    And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
    Seduced by the father and seducing the son
    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands
    When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted
    By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity
    And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina
    When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition
    Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more
    His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...
    O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.


    10. Drink The Devil's Blood

    Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
    Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
    Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
    And uterine strangulation by the wreaths
    Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed
    With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
    Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely
    Vinegar stills your child's thirst?
    You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest...
    To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege!
    Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will
    When even your glance should never leave the soil?

    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    Angel prick and holy semen,
    And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
    Seduced by the father and seducing the son
    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands

    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb
    With a candle in reverential contemplation
    And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects
    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see
    And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once
    The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity...
    He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
    The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite
    Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste,
    For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible

    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    Angel prick and holy semen
    And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
    Seduced by the father and seducing the son
    There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
    A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands
    When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted
    By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity
    And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina
    When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition
    Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more
    His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...
    O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.


    12. Malign Paradigm

    Dei nostri templum terrarum orbus est.
    March 26

    糙泥蟆电台第一期

               开始在这儿写东西的时候,就很想在空间上放歌,一直未遂。假如把时间推到两年前,那时候我在农大呆着。每天空旷或者喧嚣的校园上空永远会扩散着校园电台的节目,混杂着二食堂里传出的饭菜味儿。偶尔会从喇叭中听到我熟悉的歌曲,我听到过汪峰《美丽世界的孤儿》,好象还放过唐朝。记得有一天傍晚的节目是纪念NIRVANA,听着男主持用青春的嗓音沉痛得介绍磕特磕本然后喇叭中开放SMELL LIKE XXX,熟悉的声响淹没了在四周走动的僵尸,逐渐黑下来的天空仍然灰蒙蒙。很魔幻的氛围。
               微波音乐真是个好地方。有了它就可以近似无穷尽的在空间上换歌。换言之,老子可以充分YY搞电台做节目的乐趣了。以后每换首歌,我都要扯上两句。人民电台为人民,全世界的SB联合起来!
               LOU REED的A PERFECT DAY,还是看猜火车时第一次听的。这歌每次听都舒服死了,简直和马克用海洛因打通血管后的眩晕和幻觉一样舒服。老好听饿。最后一句歌词很诡异。
    March 20

    杀戮的快感----记KREATOR/C FROST伦敦演出

              18号的早上天气不错, 阳光难得明媚,一个月也没几回。我在屋里呆了一上午,基本上一直想着演出,没有心思干任何事。十二点的时候穿好衣服,特地套上JUDAS ISCARIOT的T恤,然后揣着钱包和手机出了门。演出下午五点才开始进场,从LUTON到伦敦火车也就一个小时。我去那么早是因为极害怕搞错伦敦的地铁,其实太过虑了。看了三四遍地铁图没白看,我顺利的摸到了MORNING CRECENT,出了地铁站就看到了马路对面的KOKO演出中心。
               正寻思上哪儿转转,碰到了上次看SLAYER认识的两个波兰哥们,IWAIK也住在LUTON。他们的票还没有着落,于是跟他们到CAMDON TOWN附近的一个唱片店里买票起。介伦敦的唱片店揍是不错,地方挺小的东西不少。CD摆的很酷,貌似拿几个大抽屉排在一起,每个码上40多张CD。按字母顺序看了看金属类,普通大中牌挺全的。木有啥我想要的,BATHORY第一张和UNDER SIGN OF BLACK METAL倒是想买,但是价钱不便宜,十三镑左右,算了。黑胶也翻了翻,数量不算多,EMPEROR的黑胶看起来还是很漂亮的。旁边还有一大坨朋克CD,没有看。
               出来后我们走到一个地摊聚集地,找张桌子坐下来,俩波兰人喝酒聊天,我买了份希腊快餐医肚子,包括两串烤羊肉,一份不好吃的米饭,一小张烤面包饼和蔬菜。刚才还好好的天,忽然开始砸小冰雹。于是我们赶到不远的一个酒吧,上次看SLAYER也来过这儿。一人一杯啤酒边喝边聊。尽管波兰哥们的英语比我还要烂,我们还是聊得很投机。IWAIK说在波兰虽然风景好人民也友善,但是NO MONEY NO FUTURE,因为政府太腐败无能老。在英国打工就可以挣到钱。这就难怪波兰加入欧盟后,几十万波兰人涌到欧洲发达国家打工。他们还特别痛恨美国佬。我接触到的波兰金属哥们共同的特点都是非常实诚憨直,METAL气质啊。我问IWAIK为啥那么多波兰人都热爱金属,他说不好说,大概是传统。他自己就是四五岁的时候因为哥哥听金属,也跟着上了道。不过我倒是想出了答案:因为波兰人太爱喝酒了,而有什么比一边就着酒一边听金属更爽了呢? 哈哈。
               喝到五点多,我们出了酒吧。半路又进了趟超市买了八罐啤酒,到KOKO后门那儿碰见另外两个他们熟识的波兰人,一人两罐啤酒喝着,DRINK LIKE A POLISH。其间在旁边一酒吧的卫生间走肾N次。这次跟SLAYER在伦敦巡演比,规模小多了。验票也要松好多,进去后也是上下两层,不过比SLAYER演出时的场地小很多。遥想当年第一次去老豪运看演出时的情形,恍惚不已。本来以为WATAIN第一个上,开演的是LEGION OF THE DAMNED,也就是荷兰的OCCLUT,换了个马甲而已。后来知道错过了WATAIN,他们五点半就他妈开始演了。有些遗憾不过也无所谓,黑金属现场必然听不到啥东西,就是看一行头而已。在网上看到WATAIN演时主唱拿只老鼠作秀,这是后话。
               LEGION OF THE DAMNED的音乐很不错,很甩很老学校的黑鞭,一把吉它出来的动静一点不单薄,主唱嚎起来也够意思,毕竟这么多年的功力可不是白瞎的。出乎我意料,现场的歌迷反应很差,我在最前面站着很舒服,因为后面人群一直保持着冷静,没有人往前挤,也没几个人POGO甩头。看WATAIN的歌迷自然可能觉得LOTD没有意思,看C FROST和KREATOR的为什么不认LOTD的音乐就有些奇怪了。唯一的解释是名气不大,人缘难免差。从另一个角度看,所谓的老学校回潮说法不太确切,对于整个歌迷群体来说,任何时候关注老学校和更地下的都会是少数,大多数人还是只鸟大牌和新潮流,在这点上国内国外都一样,比例不同而已。
                LOTD演完后,工作人员立马在两旁挂上了CELTIC FROST的队标。这里得表一表国外演出之专业。每个乐队都有自己的鼓和音箱,演出前工作人员会很有效率的拆卸搬运组装。乐器的调音自不必多言,连灯光都会重新装。而最精细的地方,就是工作人员会在舞台四周的地板上贴几张乐队当天演出的曲目单。
                C FROST半天没上台,惹得几个大嗓门嗷嗷乱叫:“COME ON, YOU SWISS CXXT。。。。” 一阵聒噪后,C FROST可算是上场了,场内一下子炸了锅。C FROST现在的实际形象和平时接触到的他们年轻时比差距太大了。吉他手是个画着尸脸的年轻人,TOM G  WARRIOR的形象让人大跌眼镜,黑色呢子大衣黑眼圈加上个黑色毛线帽子,怎么看都觉得轴,偶像的黄昏。BASS最拉风,像CANDLEMASS主唱那样的黑衣神父形象。甭管新歌老歌,歌迷全都乱甩乱蹦,我的背猛然压力剧增。我也头一次见识了从人群中窜到别人头上再被保安架下来的举动。这时候一定要马上低头然后双手上推。不知道为什么,C FROST演出时我一点没激动,只是到Circle Of The Tyrants的时候肝儿颤了颤。除了开头TOM G WARRIOR说了几句话,其他时间都由贝斯手得瑟。这家伙巨喜欢搞些故作神秘的长篇演说,像什么“你们经常去教堂不? 我妈葬礼的时候我去了,她老人家一直相信能进天堂,其实,根本没有上帝!”还有“你们相信能跟死人沟通么? 告诉你们,你们应该尊敬死人,因为你们也都会是死人,现在让我跟你们这些死人沟通沟通吧”。哈哈,用江主席的话来说,TOO SIMPLE,SOMETIMES NAIVE。 C FROST用两首DOOMY非常的歌冷住了沸腾的歌迷,之后拿MORBID TALES返了场,Into the Crypts of Rays成了高潮。
               KREATOR压轴就是不一样,布景都变了。后面的巨大的投影也启动了,放着他们的MV。KREATOR在无数声狂喊中亮相!开场即是Violent Revolution,不用多说全场人都情绪激昂。这时候要在周围疯狂甩头的人中拿手机拍个照非常需要技术,要在左右和后方的压力中固定好身体平衡,仿佛怒海中行舟。MILLE酷得没法说(不过我还是觉得KERRY KING最酷!),第一首歌演罢,大家长时间高呼MILLE的名字。和以前无数次在DVD和视频中看到的一样,MILLE拿手做了个抹勃子的动作,用他尖利如神经病的嗓子大喊:“ARE YOU READY TO KILL? PLEASURE TO。。” “KILL!!!”“PLEASURE TO。。”“KILL!!!”“PLEASURE TO KILL!!”跟随着快如抽风的RIFF,台下又是一轮甩头狂潮。接下来都是一首首耳熟能详的曲目:Enemy of God,Terrible Certainty,PEOPLE OF THE LIE,Extreme Aggressions,Betrayer。。。。。。能在近距离看MILLE飙琴实在太过瘾了,看他精准而高速的轮拨,凶猛的下拨和准确的滞音,只能用牛逼来形容。KREATOR演的时候最前面扛摄像机的记者一直给MILLE特写镜头,还有几位大长头发在前面看,估计是杂志的现场记者。MILLE尤其善于调动观众情绪,他那嗓子实在太给劲了。另外一个年轻吉他手也很棒,SOLO一般都由他完成。看他俩弹琴看得我目不暇接,都没怎么注意鼓手。KREATOR演完后在大家不停的呼喊中再次返场。这次MILLE教大家帮他念出后一半歌名,一连整了三次,FLAG OF HATE!!最后MILLE逐一感谢了前面三个乐队,然后照例是把拨片和鼓槌扔给乐迷。KREATOR最终演完离去,爆发了一晚上的场子总算平静了下来,都开始撤了。
                 当我们折腾回LUTON车站后,天上竟然开始飘雪花了。走在诡异如梦境的空荡大街上,我一边回味着演出一边奔向自己的房间,奔向第二天的庸常生活,也奔向下一场演出。
             
              
    March 16

    贴篇颜骏的旧文: 娱乐音乐和它的听众

    我们该不该要求所有的音乐者像Bob Dylan那样理性,像Jahn Gage那样先锋,像Staven Rich那样晦涩或像Sex Pistols那样彻底?或者说,我们该不该要求所有的听众都能从Metallica中听出悲剧性,从John Zorn那儿找到后现代美学,从Duran Duran节奏的变化中分析时代情绪的变化……?
      也许这种要求是背离了大众原则的,让每一个老百姓都具备较高的审美能力和欣赏品位,不仅在今天的中国,甚至在任何时代任何地区都是不可能的。本世纪以来,流行音乐(广义的)为普通大众服务的口号一次次遭到了无情的嘲弄和打击,最好的例子就是伟大的60年代过去了,摇滚乐变成了发泄过剩精力的工具。原本来自民间的音乐形式一天天成熟、发达,在全社会现代化的进程中,在巨大的商业机器运行下,变成了圆熟精致的娱乐音乐,而听众也失去了淳朴自然的本性,变成了“消费者”。无论是美国的布鲁斯,还是中国、非洲的民歌,或者古老的欧洲民歌,这种大势所趋正在以商业演出、唱片和Internet的形式让音乐变成流通的商品。
      商品未必就比手工业时代的艺术品庸俗,但问题是,在利润的引诱和胁迫下,流行音乐最大的敌人就是听众过分通俗的口味,而听众也反过来被这种消费文化所戕害。在中国,这种危险可能更严重一些,民间音乐早已被现代生活方式无情地抛弃,创作和表演音乐只是极少数人的事,大多数中国老百姓尚无兴趣关心无法理解的事物,即便是受过中高等教育的人群,也因为缺少必要的艺术教育而把一切高深或新鲜的东西安排在日常生活之外。毫无疑问,这就是娱乐音乐的听众兼上帝。
      所谓娱乐音乐,应该既包括狭义的流行音乐,也包括被大众口味招安改造的古典音乐、民族音乐,甚至也包括许多地下音乐与流行元素相互结合、平衡的“新音乐”。娱乐音乐是消费文化的一部分,一方面它满足着人们的精神生活需求,另一方面它也将精神生活囚禁在肤浅、即时、缺乏创造性的狭小空间里。娱乐音乐的听众是一种“流动人口”,他们是餐厅、侯车厅、台球室、商业街、歌舞厅的过客,也是现代文明生活这个巨型流水线的一个个零件。在浮躁、焦虑和实用的流动中,人们必须与一种同样是流动着的声音为伍,这种声音即使在你认真的关注下也显得熟悉、安全、明朗和通俗。娱乐音乐首先必须保证作品的主要构成是听众习以为常的。你可以想像,一群坐在露天冷饮摊上聊天的青年,正在谈论张三的老婆、李四的奖金、王五的旅行,当背后音箱里的《每天爱你多一点》突然变成I am a creep时,他们会感到多么的别扭!他们永远不会关心音乐,他们只需要背景音乐和卡拉OK。当娱乐音乐像塑料袋一样从他们心头漂流而过的时候,他们也像塑料袋一样从声音的表面漂流而过。
      在谈到“包装”时候,罗兰.巴尔特说:“由于制作非常完善,这种外皮常常重复制作(你可以没完没了地打开包装),这种外皮推迟了人们对里面那件物品的发现,里面装的东西常常是无关紧要的……”作为只有形式的音乐,娱乐音乐恰恰对“音乐是纯形式的艺术”达成了解构。它的听众看同样的电视节目、接触同样的广告、羡慕同样的偶像,接受同样的流行词汇,他们正在丧失作为个人的独立性,因此娱乐音乐也不应该有其内核,它不该引起听众的思考、分析或默默倾听,它更不能用听众经验之外的东西来把他们拉出流水线,进行涉及心力的参与。娱乐音乐包装人们的生活,也让生活只剩下包装。
      而包装的魔力是惊人的,为了达到大批量复制的目的,爱情(离别的、追求的、发誓的、诅咒的、猜测的、矛盾的……)、孤独感、民族自尊心、叶公好龙的反叛、人情冷暖……统统被抽去具体的所指,以放之四海而皆可卖的普遍性赠送给每个人;当一些尚且陌生的声音进入市场消费的时候,它们必须经过“重新包装”,美国人把噪音变成白色噪音,把印地安民谣和教堂歌曲加上Hip-hip,把《天鹅湖》改成Techno,中国人把披头士改成MIDI或口哨金曲,让歌剧只剩下序曲,让重金属变成劲歌,把失真效果器换成合唱,还给西北花儿加上蹩脚的电子琴伴奏……所有的玫瑰都得去掉刺,最好还是绢制的!娱乐音乐在取悦大众的时候招安了曾经前卫或古典或民间的一切形式,剥下它们的外衣和皮毛后就一脚踢开。
      Jon Bon Jovi告诉记者:“我从来都相信电视和报纸上所说的事,我并不想反对什么。”中国的“音乐人”则说:“音乐不完美光喊口号有什么用!我只是想把音乐做好嘛。”在这“音乐至上”的旗帜下,是谁在沦为麻木和平庸的帮凶?
     
     
    March 14

    Psytopic分析

    您的性格类型是“INTP”(内向+直觉+思维+知觉)

    对任何感兴趣的事物,都要探索一个合理的解释。喜欢理论和抽象的事情,喜欢理念思维多于社交活动。沉静,满足,有弹性,适应力强。在他们感兴趣的范畴内,有非凡的能力去专注而深入地解决问题。有怀疑精神,有 时喜欢批判,常常善于分析。

    INTP型的人是解决理性问题者。他们很有才智和条理性,以及创造才华的突出表现。INTP型的人外表平静、缄默、超然,内心却专心致志于分析问题。他们苛求精细、惯于怀疑。他们努力寻找和利用原则以理解许多想法。 他们喜欢有条理和有目的的交谈,而且可能会仅仅为了高兴,争论一些无益而琐细的问题。只有有条理的推理才会使他们信服。通常INTP型的人是足智多谋、有独立见解的思考者。他们重视才智,对于个人能力有强烈的欲 望,有能力也很感兴趣向他人挑战。 INTP型的人最主要的兴趣在于理解明显的事物之外的可能性。他们乐于为了改进事物的目前状况或解决难题而进行思考。他们的思考方式极端复杂,而且他们能很好地组织概念和想法。 偶尔,他们的想法非常复杂,以致于很难向别人表达和被他人理解。 INTP型的人十分独立,喜欢冒险和富有想象力的活动。他们灵活易变、思维开阔,更感兴趣的是发现有创见而且合理的解决方法,而不是仅仅看到成为事 实的解决方式。

    您适合的领域有:计算机技术 理论研究、学术领域 专业领域 创造性领域等

    您适合的职业有:

    · 电脑软件设计师
    · 系统分析人员
    · 计算机程序员
    · 研究开发专业人员
    · 数据库管理
    · 故障排除专家
    · 战略规划师
    · 金融规划师
    · 信息服务开发商
    · 变革管理顾问
    · 企业金融律师
    · 大学教授
    · 科研机构研究人员
    · 数学家
    · 物理学家
    · 经济学家
    · 考古学家
    · 历史学家
    · 证券分析师
    · 金融投资顾问
    · 律师
    · 法律顾问
    · 财务专家
    · 侦探
    · 各类发明家
    · 作家
    · 设计师
    · 音乐家
    · 艺术家
    · 艺术鉴赏
    March 11

    杨一

    大概两年前,法国印象派画展在北京的中国美术馆开展,劳累请我去看。在挤满学生和民工的路上,劳累提起个让我陌生的名字-----杨一。从劳累的口中晓得了杨一是个专在街头卖唱民谣的人,此人颇冷僻倨傲,而中国美术馆就是他经常卖唱的地方。 此后杨一这个名字还偶尔出现在闲聊中,只是我没有听过他的歌,直到最近。

    在一个在线听音乐的网站上意外出现了他的名字,里面收着杨一2000年的第一张自制专辑。听杨一跟刚开始听野孩子的感觉一样,任督二脉一下子被音乐打通,一股暖人心的气随着音乐已然自转周天了。这种民谣在通透着传统民间根源的同时又显露着歌者的创作,而适度的融合正是它们好听的原因。好听到可以听一整天。 和野孩子一样,杨一的歌没有文艺伪民谣的无聊抒情或是酸人的文艺腔,也没有一些烂俗新民谣的故作深沉。那些GAY化成娃哈哈AD GAY      奶的东西只是小资和文艺二逼青年们的饮品 而已,怎么能算作民谣呢。当然,杨一和野孩子的听众大都也是小资和文艺二逼青年,所以他们的CD才敢卖百八十,哈哈。

    王小峰说杨一的这张专辑音质有缺陷,因为是自制的。不过我听着感觉正好。有时候粗砺可以带给民谣意外的质感,高清晰的音质未必会放大音乐的力量。哪怕像NEUTRAL 这样的新民谣, 我极喜欢他们的现场作品,而他们的录音室作品却新古典得惨不忍睹。引申开来的话,民谣和黑金属是有相通之处的。

    整张专辑十首歌在气质上血脉相连,全都有着通透的中国味。从内容上大概能分为两类,一类是完全在叙述现实生活,像高佬老高,今天的河流不是水,烤白薯等,另一类是更抽象的叙述,在叙述中抒了情,雪恋,青春颂歌皆在此列。虽说配器就是简单的木几它和口琴,杨一把歌写得很有味道,比起所谓校园民谣那样媚俗的和弦进行,耐听百倍。杨一的演唱有着唱民谣该有的个性和随意。他的嗓子唱起来有股野味,像个土喇叭。加上其咬字时的乡音,唱起歌时粗野的力量和转折的音乐恰到好处。特别是他唱歌时一些顿挫的地方,有意思。

    画扇面是翻唱的民歌,你能从里面找到自己的根。《烤白薯》激越中透出悲凉的气息很出挑,用布鲁斯来演绎街头小贩的辛酸,倒也恰当。青春颂歌和雪恋来得更抒情,杨一在这两首歌中粗野悲凉得婉转了青春和爱情这两个玩意。假如你听得砰然心动,就说明唱者干得不错,也说明你血仍未冷。

    杨一歌词写得也不错。基本上都是简单的大白话,不压韵,也没有什么修饰,不过在聆听中总能发现大白话中一些堪玩味的地方。叙述永远要比泛滥的抒情更要功力。有些歌词简直可以称得上大巧不工。《小鱼儿》的歌词我太喜欢了。一个简单的寓言,没有太多字面上的转折,却是个有意思的故事。而它的开放性也在整体上引申到了更深远的涵义。我想这歌可以当作是对人生的总结,可以想到METALLICA的《THE UNFORGIVEN》。《小镇》的歌词同样好,尤其最后一句。能在轻描淡写间勾引起人联想,这样的歌词已经出境界了。

    杨一的歌并不是民歌,真正的民歌是山歌三人组那样的。杨一说他在修复民谣,他的翻唱的确做到了这一点。而他的歌,是从民间音乐和现实精神中得到生命的个人创作。民谣的精髓,不外如是。

    March 08

    KREATOR FVCKING RULEZ!

              从网上预订的票今天收到了。下周日我就要去伦敦看一场牛逼的演出。KREATOR! CELTIC FROST! WATAIN!还有LEGION OF THE DAMNED,也就是原来的OCCLUT。和上次看SLAYER不一样,这次演出的四支乐队全都牛逼坏了,可没有COB,IN FLAMES那样的二逼乐队。操,看了这场演出也就圆梦了,算没白出国。传说中的极端金属始祖C FROST,鞭击天王KREATOR,再加上WATAIN,看了这场再没有遗憾了。
            上次看SLAYER大概因为第一次看见自己喜欢的乐队站在台上,演出的时候基本上脑子不好使了都,看呆了。我现在在想哪个乐队会压轴,C FROST还是KREATOR?票上CF的名字印的比KREATOR大上几倍,所以可能是C FROST最后上,哈哈,就是不知道看完KREATOR后观众还有劲儿接着甩没。WATAIN的现场一向很敬业,黑金属的行头用的很齐,肯定要把人给震蒙。唯一不好的是上次跟我一起去看SLAYER的两个波兰哥们不去看了,所以我得一个人摸到演出现场。恩,提前出发比较靠谱。
    March 01

    睡前的精神打飞机

            新学期三周有余,2007年的第一场PRESENTATION,比2006要早上一些。人不一定能改变事情,事情一定可以改变人,陈道明这么无间道。普遍规律放在任何人身上都会适用,此话也是现时之我的一个注脚。不再有强烈的自我表达欲望,不像两年前那么愤青。我想通了。
            连岳都出小说了。回头买来看看,看样子小说由隐喻性的黑色幽默和讽刺充实。不知道他的小说跟王小波比怎么样,毕竟他写散文专栏出名,就是受了王小波的启蒙。连岳SPACE上的那篇书评里,把小说拔得很高。连岳写小说到底到没到“形式内容的双重革新”这种层次不好说,不过,说中国现在没有什么好小说,这话倒是真的。康赫的《斯巴达》很牛逼,尤利西斯式的文本和层层逼仄的文字已经说明了问题。马牛的短篇小说声名地下,但是太惊人了。其他的想也想不出来什么了。像黑蓝那样的文学中青年论坛,可能有实力如七格的高手存在。逛黑蓝我最讨厌的,就是文学青年特有的酸气,真能酸人酸到倒牙。
            生活中没有意义的事情太多了,但是生活是有意义的。