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There was one of the perfect silences in the 100-Meter Gallery of Odawara Art Foundation. You know, the considered kind that includes a faint hum of air condition running at its lowest setting. There was no movement of air. This is what can be learned from the Japanese: Silence. The silence of deferring to the dao of all things, while doing what has to be done by playing one’s part, elegantly. The silence of recognizing each thing’s and each being’s part. The silence of doing nothing when all is done.

Watching the slim, immaculate fingers of the JR East clerk fly over a landscape of unlabeled, but color-coded hardware keys, each press producing the kind of satisfying mechanical click keyboard afficionados have been paying substantial sums for, I wonder whether his fingertips have already flipped open to reveal a set of spidery steel rods, inputting data with superhuman speed and precision. The clerk is wearing a short-sleeved grey button down, embroidered with the vaguely brutalist JR logo. His physiogonomy, attention and complete being could not be more focused. Around him, an assortment of laminated scraps of paper, highlighted katakana phrases, flyers and maps is taped into a Monet-esque array of tranquil color. The dynamic silence of faint office sounds surrounds us.

Everything is permanently going down. The only thing left for us to care about is how we and every thing goes down. This is why leaving small stone mounds along the hiking trail matters. This is why making good rice bowls matters. This is why optimizing your CSS grid matters. Matters of grace are actually this: matter. It’s in defiance of the universe that we apply attention and care to small things. It’s a gesture, and gestures are all we have. Put care and love into every move, in defiance of your insignificance. Create matter by claiming it emphatically and carefully. (On mossy rocks halfway between Hongu-Taisha and Yunomine-Onsen)

You look so grim, Craig said.

Everybody and everything at Schumann’s Tagesbar appears to make an effort to contribute to a specific script, emulating mid-century day-drinking and one of the later iterations of the Leisure Suit Larry series of computer games at the same time.

Regulars line the bar on stools upholstered in oxblood leather, having crémants and trying to coax nightlife credibility out of the well-informed and strategically tattooed bar staff. The latter communicates like a disciplined sports team – orders are shouted across the room in shorthand language, matching requested drinks with staff members closest to the required appliance or bottle.

There is a short moment of silence, slightly moving air and long gazes. A party of three enters, surveying the establishment, a shaggy dog in tow. A short tour of the sparsely populated interior seems to end inconclusively and unsatisfactory: „There is no place for us here“, one declares as the group exits stage left.

The same moment, two women in sand-colored robes enter, their faces veiled. Nonetheless, they are recognized and treated to the usual: two slices of apple pie and two iced chocolates.

Underneath it all, faint bossa and tropicana muzak is heard and immediately forgotten, evaporating over ruby-colored drinks and a dazzle of miniature canapés, all traces of crust surgically removed from soft toast slices. Time slows in the most pleasant way.

• Schumann’s Tagesbar, Munich.

Eine herausragende Mahlzeit im ernst in Berlin, deren Qualität und Bedeutung weniger mit der kunstvollen Zubereitung von Essen und mehr mit den beteiligten Personen, Produkten und Überzeugungen zu tun hat. Die klare Schönheit der Kompromisslosigkeit, noted for later reference.

• Fresh cheese in pea sauce
• Pea tart
• Roasted topinambur skins
• Wild salad with vinegar jelly
• Brioche with goat’s butter
• Last year’s forgotten spring onions with miso mayonnaise
• 茶碗蒸 with ponzu dressing
• 2018’s first spinach leaves with paste of sunflower seeds
• Inner artichoke leaves, roasted
• Goats cheese with smoked sunflower oil
• Artichoke heart, grilled with chervil
• Leek, grilled and filled with paste of sunflower seed shells
• Mangalica charcuterie
• Chicorée with cream
• Trout sashimi
• Steamed onions with buffalo milk and hazelnut oil
• Six hour egg yolk with koji sauce and ramson
• Fried herring in spelt tempura with lemon and salt
• Endive heart with brown butter, lemon and blood orange oil
• Baked ricotta with lemon
• Linda potatoes, steamed, with butter, zabaione, roasted hazelnuts and black truffle
• Second half of the trout with bonito dashi, covered with fresh wasabi leaves
• Cooked barley mit dashi and wasabi flowers
• Green beans
• Aged pork belly, steamed and fried, with lovage
• Blood orange in smoked blood orange juice
• Mangalica pork fried in duck fat, with truffles and marrow sauce
• Granité of grilled lemon
• Dried oranges, brioche crumble, cream
• Pea pod icecream with olive oil and water mint
• Raspberries, raspberry jam, raspberry schnaps with cream and cherry blossoms
• Yoghurt ice cream and blood orange ice cream
• Petit fours, including Hoshigaki, aged and massaged khaki and caramel fudge made with Mangalica fat
• Fallen Pony and Anne Bonny from Empirical Copenhagen

Es war ein klares, kristallenes, nüchternes Jahr, eindeutig in den bleibenden Momenten wie in seinen Tiefpunkten. Nach 2016 war wenig zu träumen und viel zu realisieren. Wir wissen schmerzhaft genau, wo unsere Grenzen liegen. Wir kennen Techniken, um uns verlässlich für einen Moment daraus zu befreien. Diese Effizienz macht misstrauisch, und jeder Erfolg muss zu Skepsis führen. Darum müssen nach dem Interimsjahr 2017 nun neue Dinge und neue Konstellationen erfunden werden, auf die wir uns anwenden können.

Ich bin diesem Jahr dankbar für simple Momente ruhender Schönheit, die kein produktives Reißen erzeugten, sondern einfache Teilhabe an der Gegenwart. Das fiel mir nie leicht.

In Basel gibt es einen Fluss im Sonnenlicht und all den Beton, es gibt die Möglichkeit einer Insel und das gelbe Licht in der Nacht in Weimar. Es gibt den Regen in gläsernen Schluchten und immer noch Teppich in den Terminals des Changi Airport. Wieder Tate Modern, wo Tillmans 2017 formuliert. Es gibt die Möglichkeit, loszulassen, Kopf und Körper auf wundervolle Weise zu erledigen. Es gibt die dunklen Tropen (die Welt ist unglaublich). Wir dürfen den Besten zuhören. Es gibt ein Konzert der Einstürzenden Neubauten und das Bauhaus steht für uns noch. Nicht überall, aber überall hier gibt es ungebrochene, ewige Gemeinschaft, true Zeitgenossenschaft.

Everything one invents is true.

Tracks, die wichtig waren, kurz vor und kurz nach den definierenden Momenten des Jahres 2017.

Winter

• Killah Priest – Cross my Heart
• Kangding Ray – Epsilon
• Tangerine Dream – Phaedra
• Maurizio – M06a1
• Jesse Osborne-Lanthier – Blackwell Dynonetics
• Kyoka – Hovering
• Senking – Lighthouse Hustle
• Black Marble – Static
• Einstürzende Neubauten – Keine Schönheit ohne Gefahr
• Gener8ion – H808
• Joy Orbison – Rite Ov
• CO/R – Bells, Walking
• Einstürzende Neubauten – Morning Dew

Frühling

• Colourbox – Looks Like We’re Shy One Horse/Shoot Out
• Kangding Ray – Purple Phase
• Carsten Jost – Army Green
• Freddie Gibbs – How we Do
• Sverca – Peels a Tangerine (Regis Remix)
• Shed – Taken Effect
• Ital Tek – Re Entry
• Vril – Lazar
• Freddie Gibbs – Knicks
• JP Enfant – Rem Phase
• Fragile – Fast Lane
• Alva Noto – Bit
• Seawash – Closer (Vox)
• Artefakt – The Mental Universe

Sommer

• Trust – Peer Pressure
• Lorn – Vestige I
• Peter van Hoesen – Coast to Coast
• Rin – Blackout
• Island People – Colour District
• D.A.F. – Kebabträume
• Alva Noto – Milan
• Curren$y – Scottie Pippen
• Few Nolder – Wisher
• Tha Audio Unit – Make a Move
• Rhythm & Sound – Troddin Version
• Tlim Shug – Rari Techno
• Sawlin – Motion Keeper
• RZA – Airwaves
• Maud Geffray – 1994
• Zomby – Zprite

Herbst

• 死サイコロ – Жребий брошен
• Lavascar – Lavascar
• Lee Gamble – M25 Echo
• Rin – Monica Bellucci
• M.E.S.H. – Search. Reveal.
• Pilotpriest – White Blazer (Darknet Edit)
• Demdike Stare ‎– At Rest (Version 2)
• Die Dominas – Die Wespendomina
• Turinn – 1625
• Rhythm & Sound – Mango Drive
• Basic Channel – Q1.1 B01
• Lee Gamble – UE8
• Gaika – Roadside
• Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Weeping Song

Winter

• Caapi – Untitled
• Lee Gamble – You Hedonic
• Vril – Anima Mundi (Side 2)
• New Order – Ultraviolence
• Andy Stott – Posers
• Demdike Stare – Savage Distort
• Miles – Plutocracy
• Claro Intelecto – Sunshine
• Q3A – Temple of Retribution
• D’Marc Cantu – Fenset
• Mama Bubo – Sen
• Claro Intelecto – Ageless Eyes

Sets sind idealerweise transportable Atmosphären für Momente in Transit oder im Flow. Das Tape ist nicht tot, und ich freue mich über Labels wie Oblast, die diesem Format gerecht werden. Weiterhin häufig gehört und bemerkenswert gefunden:

Sets

• Lee Gamble – NTS Radio Podcast
• Florian Kupfer – RA Podcast
• Aisha Devi – FACT Mix
• Reza Athar – Clandestino Podcast
• Andy Stott – Boiler Room Set

When I was a child, I would sneak from my room on saturday mornings, and switch on the TV. I would watch CNN World News, not catching much of its content, but savouring a diffuse internationalism that was lacking from my environment. It was of endless fascination to me. My favourite segment was the global weather forecast. It always included Kuala Lumpur, showing a hazy, grainy cityscape as filmed by some rooftop-mounted camera. The city’s name and its dreamy optics resonated with me every time, and I would give in to daydreaming about this place and others, that somehow were supposed to lie on this same earth I was beginning my life on. (03-31-17)

The specific south east asian rain poured down yesterday, observed from our condo on the 27th floor. The rain announced itself by a thick haze settling down in a matter of seconds, descending from the sky, filling the voids between arcologies. The light did not fade, but is dispersed, refractured in a different way. Then, the rain started. A grey veil, blending with KLCC’s monolithic architecture. With it come the lightning strikes and thunderclaps, feeling close, almost as if originating from inside our room.
(01-04-17)

(Aus meinen Reisenotizen in Kuala Lumpur)