The Oberstufenmelancholie had long since grown into a serious, nasty gloom. Westphalia, a 50s housing estate, lost in the nothingness of a spa. The streets had names of flowers. The brightly polished shields are still identify the aseptic procedure, when this area is deserted long ago. It makes no difference: The silence is the same. 1992, as in 1976, was as 2010.
However: There was offered two places that shelter from the clinker stupidity. That was the AJZ Bielefeld Heeper the road. And that was the letter box, in which the new ZAP was, at that time it seemed every other week. Both accompanied me, impressed me. No, actually it was much more: Both vehicles had to escape my personal Catch-22. This shit-town, this shitty time.
ZAP and the AJZ fit together beautifully at this time. The Rough and the somewhat complicated fine member. New York Hardcore and Bad Vugum bands. Yuppicide and Deep Turtle. Both sides were part of one expression of a different tone, which I felt connected and still do. The
the ZAP occupied in this sense is so important that I plowed through the magazine and in every time I vacuumed up all alone-that is to the credit of Martin penitents. Might be ever so much male physique and strong Meier sized Kampfgockeltum collect his articles, a tattooed tough guy after another-Martin wrote stoic about all these Finnish bands of Cecil Taylor, John Zorn, Marcel Duchamp made about Henry Rollins, and be merry-Intellekto chauvinistic boasting, used space and time on the arcane looks beyond the Powerasketen. For me and my horizons, who quit the Teutoburg Forest, was nothing less than to the main gateway out there! Especially in the environment of writing, in which also I felt good, but then always important steps from the 50-second song removing, further away from Slamdance and dress codes, from "Punk's not dead" before-Gelalle and all the anxiety the further thought, particularly in this self-Martin was so impressive.
sometime later I started to write him letters about his article. Why the new Notwist had nothing to do with expansion of avant-garde elements, but with the continuation of old against new sound harmless wallpaper. What fascinated me so much of his OVAL article. Why me as he spoke from the heart, as he praised the recent government drive to then blow up the greasy solo record of Tillman Rossmy to the devil.
I wrote total nonsense. He, however, has always geantwortet.Immer. He never forgot it. Accurate typing with the machine, provided in a light blue envelopes. You could practically the answers already in the bag of the postman to locate.
And as he answered me, always with this respectful seriousness, he probably met all interested parties, all its internal audience on the readings.
a reading culture in Mülheim, in the run-up to tour the Golden Lemon. With a sample from "Night of Broken Glass" by JOHN ZORN Martin tried the problem of Distinktionsversprechens from pop to be taken. A mentally disturbed woman told anesthetized something about "RRREEEVOOLUTIOOON DO!" and communism. And the way he met her, this very respectful, but precisely in its seriousness yet so wonderfully humorous manner that has impressed me hard. He was still sitting between two stools. And the only one who seemed to know where he has to position itself, was Martin himself
In Martin I've ever seen a speaker, who can articulate it so much better than I do, and just interested in the matter, with great pleasure in principle and the failure of it. The consensus, however, who always found his consistent opposition.
reached me today with disbelief the news of Martin Buess death.
