dEUS Official Podcast

dEUS Demo Days #2

29 06 2009

dEUS Demo days #2.
And Michael J. died today, by the way.

I don’t really read them in English.
Books that is.
Hum.
Sometimes gossip, architecture, design… comics magazines. TV guides, politician speeches…. Even gloomy scientific tricky news that gets the opportunity to be widely published is good for me. ABCD.
All that beautiful math and senses can be found in, let’s say, Shakespearean love letters. But books ? No. Never. Well, almost never. Don’t ask me why. Maybe I’m just lazy. Maybe I’m scared of losing some true meaning of words. Maybe I’m lefty brainy dead.
Probably.
But I do remember a book I read ages ago. In American -wanna be smart- English. I still know it by heart. Almost. Even though I haven’t physically seen it … since Man created Women, or something.
Don’t shoot me lovely/cute/sexy/clever Ladies. We all know the truth behind this sentence. Ohhh yes.
As I said, I vividly remember a book. gOSH ! One book.
A Henry Rollins book this was.
Get in the Van. And in there, at some point, when you almost called it a day, letting your dreams go by, was a story going something like this :
<< Last night we played Seattle. Show was real good I thought. One of those that leaves me fucked up and incoherent. Before we played, this boy came up to me with this nice looking blond haired girl. He gave me a Magic Marker, lifted her shirt and said, << Sign her >>. I looked at her body. She was very fine, perfectly muscled. I looked in her eyes and asked , << where do you want it ? >> << Where do you want to put it ? >> she replied smiling. I gouged her in the face with the marker. She did not << want it >> there. I moved to her stomach and drew a swastika with the word << fool >> underneath. The boy walked away. She said, << Can I have a hug >>…I said…

Hold it there for a second. Please. The end of the story is not gonna be told. It’s up to you, dear readers. Up to your creative minds and spirits. If you know, great. If you don’t, even better…that means you can imagine what you want the story to be. To become.

What the hell does this have to do with a dEUS podcast do I hear you all say ? Well, I think, that, depending on the ending you have decided to deal with, you might experience a pretty close true << vibe >> of what a musician might feel during a studio recording session. Who will he be ? The mistress, the man, the lady, the wife, the lover, the student, the architect, the whatever.
Or will he just stay true to himself ?
Having had the commonly agreed privilege << for a band's soundguy >> to hear the new dEUS demo stuff let me tell you: they have chosen .They have decided. They dare to stay …themselves.
Whatever that means ha ha ha…

Wait… hear. See… decide. Wait some more… enjoy. Somewhere in 2010 the truth will be revealed. Will it be Henry’s ? Will it be a lady’s dream ? Will it be some cute guy ‘s nightmare?
Let’s just pretend that it will be quite unique…as everything this band has delivered in the past.
Gimme me a match, please.
Or Gimme the heat.
Anything, but an Emir Kusturica gig. Or a white belly. Or a headline spot at a the Vatican city festivalitis arthritis.
For those of you living (and actually not leaving it, yet) around the low countries you know we have a date : Pukkelpop, somewhere end of Augustus. In Belgium. If politicians still don’t mind it to be named that way.
Some truth could be revealed there. Hopefully it will be, and even become a virus. And some past beauties will be unleashed, brought back to life as well. If you’re smart. If…maybe. But if, as seen on TV as they say commonly, Mister Obama himself can catch a fly, I’m sure dEUS can imagine and create new species. Just for the sake of it.

15 years. 15 ways to celebrate. And see through the future. That’s the main thing for artists. That’s why/what they live for. That’s why we love them. Past… present.
Past… present ?
I know that, right now, Tom is dealing with a deadline going through his never ending teen mind: he has been asked to write an article about Michael Jackson’s death last night.
Will it seal some kind of future ?

Hum…wouldn’t bet a horse on it.

Please enjoy demo days # 2…until the end right… ha ha ha… you might see through a (small) lens … A futuroscopic one that is.
Welcome to the future.

Best regards,
And hope this makes any sense to you.
U, tell me, please.

Enjoy.
Thx.

Vp.

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