Tuxedomoon Live in London 1982 Now Available

This recording captures the early stages of an important transition in the band: the classic repertoire matured and consolidated, with new pieces tentatively brought in, performed live before their studio counterparts have been recorded.

Recorded live at The Venue, London, 9 March 1982

This recording captures the early stages of an important transition in the band: the classic repertoire matured and consolidated, with new pieces tentatively brought in, performed live before their studio counterparts have been recorded.

This recording captures the early stages of an important transition in the band: the classic repertoire matured and consolidated, with new pieces tentatively brought in, performed live before their studio counterparts have been recorded. Interestingly enough, various of these new pieces would end up on Blaine’s solo albums, therefore presaging early signs of the temporary split to come. Worthy of note is the track “Lumière”, which, although never recorded in this form, ended up providing the harmonics for Blaine’s instrumental “El Mensajero Divino”, a little over a year later.
Heitor Alvelos, 2019

credits

Recorded live at The Venue, London, 9 March 1982

Performers:
Steven Brown
Bruce Geduldig
Peter Principle
Blaine L. Reininger
Winston Tong

Live sound by Gareth Jones

Mastered by Anselmo Canha, 2019

Originally traded online with Peter Principle

Cover based on a flyer for Sordide Sentimental, 1981

Band photo by Roberto Nanni, 1982

Notes from the archives of Isabelle Corbisier

Project management and design by Heitor Alvelos

license

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Je Retournerai

A stirring new song on the subject of birth and rebirth. (Tweaked the mix a bit for blog readers)

Je Retournerai

From earth to sky

From wind to clay

From north to south

From night to day

Je Retournerai

From down to up

From out to in

From life to life

From yang to yin

Je Retournerai

this transparent moment

behind the moonlit evening like sand

my heart moves from demonic to cordial.

the warmth of your body gives it honor

Lonely early light of day
cracks at the walls of my house
transparent leaves of ancient rotten clay.

Sometimes a piece of the wind
petrifies like a soul in my heart

Je Retournerai

From here to there

From bed to hearse

From wet to dry

From bad to worse

Thanks to everyone for your overwhelming response to the Tuxedomoon Archive site! Keep it up! We will keep ’em coming.

tuxedomoon archive site

Thanks to everyone for your overwhelming response to the Tuxedomoon Archive site! Keep it up! We will keep ’em coming.

The Blue Sleep has arrived!

The Blue Sleep has arrived! My first studio album for 20 years, there in my hand, all recorded here in my wee home studio. Huzzah! A proud moment for your working boy, indeed.

Here I am, all these lifetimes later, in these unlikely times, this unlikely place,  poking a twig into the termite nest of the Tao like a chimpanzee. I pull it out to see what sticks, what to eat, what to discard. I pass it over to you. These days the music plays me, the songs a consequence, evidence of my passing through this valley, an echo of my delusions. Now we see it, hear it together, later it all vanishes. Exactly as it should.

BLR

Athens, January 2018.

Episode two in the emerging “Winds of August” series.

A bricolage of my own music, incorporating an old South African radio series I dug up called “Moon Over Africa”. Note the illustration. That’s a dead guy enlisted to pose in an undertaker’s ad campaign.

“The Release of Commissions”My New Double CD

I am chest-swellingly proud to announce the release of a double CD of my theatrical and dance music, 2007-13 called “Commissions” on the newly re-booted Les Disques du Crepuscule. The double CD contains 29 new tracks composed and performed by me, recorded here in my own studio in Athens, Greece. The music was commissioned by various directors and choreographers here in Greece.

It may be acquired from Les Disques du Crepuscule.

 
Here is a teaser from the cd

Falling Infinities (with mp3)

In 1995, I collaborated with 2 DJ’s from Cologne and Frankfurt, Dr. Atmo and Ingo Schnorrenberg in the studio of producer Michael Pagenstedt. We had a series of enjoyable sessions which resulted in the CD and vinyl releases “Uvoii, sound of Heaven” for Pete Namlook’s legendary Fax Records and  “Falling Infinities–Kingdom of Dreams.” for Sony’s Dance Pool label.

“Cadillac Nights” is one of my favorites from that effort.

Call me Johnny. Johnny Harpoon

Call me Johnny. Johnny Harpoon. This is my city. Ten million zeroes, and no matter how you add it up, still comes out the same…zero. It’s like one shoe lying in the gutter in the rain and nobody knows where the other shoe is and why there’s never more than one– Dead eyes staring up at the steel-wool sky crunch of broken glass beneath my heels hiss of my tires rolling through the sweaty night. I’m meeting some flybait calls himself “Slash” or “Trash” says he can put a name to the polaroid in my pocket for the right price…a dime bag of milk-sugar skag I keep stashed for assholes like him. I smell him coming, that metallic B.O. He scans the Polaroid with some snot-caked black box he built himself, says “3645 Market Street. Ask for Dog.” Palms the skag. Fades into the alley. Two hours later I’m at the door asking for Dog. There’s a squeal like a flash charging and the Subsonic Taser hits me in the back. As I go down I tongue my false tooth twice and my hat fires a dart into Dog’s throat. I rubber leg it out the door and collapse onto a pile of garbage bags. I come to ten minutes later, they’re loading Dog into the meat wagon, and the blue uniform is playing Keith Moon on my head with his nightstick. He passes his handscan over my wrist and my picture and license number come up on its little screen. He arrests me anyway. I’m leaving the station house and I’m beat. I drag ass into the all-night liquor store for a deck of butts and a bottle. Some dork with a headful of Carbona has a shotgun at Chang’s belly. I drop to one knee, pull my .22 out of my sock and fire. The explosive round just glides into that junky’s brain pan, and he blooms like a hamburger rose. Chang’s splattered with brains and blood, but I don’t pay for the butts or the booze. I look back, Chang’s pulping that slime with his baseball bat, smiling like it’s his wedding day. Call me johnny. Johnny Harpoon. This is my city…10 million zeroes and no matter how you add it up it still comes out the same..zero. I’m going home to plug my head into the wall socket. Get some relief.

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