Method of Defiance is Bill Laswell's latest music project to combat, defy, and thoroughly Krush the insidious, parasitic, automatized, power-possessing worms of CONTROL and the Institutions they set-up and run to economically enslave and creatively squelch individual initiative and original thought.
The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell. - AL 1:41
It's axiomatic in certain initiatory Schools that the work takes place in Hell. See Robert Anton Wilson's revelatory Introduction to E.J. Gold's book Visions in the Stone for further elucidation.
Method of Defiance is not unlike the intention behind G.I. Gurdjieff's First Series of writings called Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson aka All and Everything:
To destroy, mercilessly, without any compromises whatsoever, in the mentation and feelings of the reader, the beliefs and views, by centuries rooted in him, about everything existing in the world.
Method of Defiance consists of Toshinori Kondo on electric trumpet, DJ Krush on turntables, Bernie Worrell playing keys, Bill Laswell on bass, and Guy Licata behind the drum kit. Out front we have Hawk and Doctor Israel on vocals with Doc also providing live dub EFX.
Saturday night, November 6th, they celebrated the release of two new cds, Jahbulon and Incunabula with a searing, Earth shaking set at Santos Party House in Lower Manhatten. The line-up was as stated above except that Guy couldn't make it due to a scheduling conflict. An old friend, Hideo Yamaki, very ably filled in for him on drums.
Another thing Method of Defiance defies is the inertia of a sleeping, mechanical world to unconsciously offer up barriers, resistance, and challenges against playing their music. Saturday's show was a victorious triumphing over such inertia.
The challenges began with S.I.R. ( Studio Instrument Rental) showing up an hour late for the load-in. Then, we discovered that the club didn't have any stage hands other than the House engineer. Usually there's at least 2 or 3 extra hands, or at minimum,1. Fortunately, James Dellatacoma, an engineer who works with Bill at Orange Music was there to help. We also had Yamaki and Krush's techs to set-up the drums and turntables respectively. The S.I.R. guys weren't motivated to do anything more than drop the significant load of equipment off on the sidewalk outside. James, Daniel ( the House engineer), and I hauled it in. It's a complicated stage set-up; the stage just barely big enough to fit everyone. A couple of other delays slowed things down: a missing AC power cable for the rented SVT Bass head, and a loose connection in the clavinet that James had to solder. Thanks to the stellar work of both Daniel and James and the foresight of starting early we were still able to get a decent soundcheck in before they opened the doors.
Media blitz an den put de soldier pon his mission
Crooked intention inside of a crooked politician
Gunfire control and population in submission
Corporate warfare and destruction by attrition
If Hell is where the work is then I was in the right place for trying to mix a good show. The Front of House mixing board was upstairs in a position that was a bass trap. Also, the nightclub's many pillars blocked out all direct sound from the PA speakers. The PA had massive power for the low end with three separately tunable sub woofer systems. One of the sub woofers was in a bass reflex horn cabinet about 8 feet high. Unfortunately, the mids and highs didn't have the same kind of clarity and punch. There was plenty of highs but they were very washy due to the many reflective surfaces, mirrors and glass, in the room with its disco from hell interior design.
The mixing desk was a digital Soundcraft Vi6. I wasn't that fond of it. With all the touch screen parameters to operate, it felt more like running the communications panel on the Starship Enterprise than mixing a show. The sound of it seemed on the cold and neutral side and I didn't have the headroom that I would have liked to have. My preference for live mixing is an analog Midas desk but as far as digital consoles go, at the moment, I favor the Yamaha and Profile over the Vi6. A challenge, sonicwise, but still workable.
One Black man trode inna fi Babylon
Lick upon de style with the champion sound
Push inna we heart because we blood fyah long
One Black man trode inna fi BabylonWe finished the soundcheck just as the doors opened. GrandMixer DXT, an old and dear friend, and DJ Jazzy Jay warmed up the space spinning classic soul, funk, and r & b records. DXT is the person who made turntablism an art form, first gaining wide recognition with Herbie Hancock's Rockit video, a track produced by Bill Laswell.
After sound check I felt in a very strange and detached, but not uncomfortable way. The release of finally having everything ready after feeling nearly overwhelmed with obstructions. I also had to set-up the stage monitor mix from the Front of House position something I rarely have to do. Usually there's a separate monitor mixing board at the side of the stage along with a monitor engineer.
A few of us went to a nearby Asian Restaurant of some variety but I felt too confined and didn't want to eat any of that food so I left. Walked around a bit drinking in the electrically charged New York night air before heading back to the club. Got thoroughly searched like a criminal on the way back in, worse than the airport even. They say the gnosis always gets busted ...not this time Jack!
Wanted to eat something before the show but had no idea what and thought I would just hold out. Went to the "green room" to wait. Bernie Worrell was the only one there. He offered me fresh fruit. It was incredibly savory. Manna from Heaven in the green room in Hell.
See the def and the dumb and the blind are the people who are living inside of illusion
Babylon warring fi ya disya profit and confusion
I man pushing a style in a sort of an urban kinda solution
And no more patterns of warRevolution is the name of a radical bookstore a few doors down from the Fashion Hotel on 26th Street where we stayed. Bill suggested that I check it out so I did. Mostly filled with books on politics as you might imagine. Saw one called The Beats at Naropa that looked interesting. I was surprised to see books espousing the merits of Communism which I guess must be more like a purer ideological strain than the Soviet styled totalitarianism of the last century.
Taking a cue from Dr. Timothy Leary, my politics are more along the lines of the Politics of Ecstasy. This is by no means a drug reference. Ecstasy comes from the Greek ex stasis ie out of body. Maybe calling it the Politics of Exploration would be less confusing?
Got into a bit of a conversation with the proprietor, Connie. She and a few cohorts planned to attend the show that night. The bookstore, Revolution, is a Method of Defiance. Coincidentally, the cd they were playing in the shop was Gigi's live show that I'd recorded in Austria last year.
As I was leaving I heard Connie say to another customer, "there's a revolution going on." Later, at the club, Doctor Israel told someone else the same thing. Obviously they didn't mean armed insurrection or a violent uprising. More like a revolution in consciousness in the war against sleep.
Shout one time fi di people inna de east
Shout one time if you go demand some peace
Shout one time fi de people ina de westThe show was powerfully, deeply moving. I mixed it loud but made sure it wasn't harsh. I had my secret weapon, the Roland Kosmos Subharmonic Synthesizer in full effect. The chaotic nature of the washy acoustics with significant amplitude brought up by yours truly, gave an edgy, hanging on for dear life as you hurtle through the depths of sonic space kind of attitude to the proceedings. It was really great, I loved it! Being turned inside out gets to be fun after awhile. Even better when you can effectively function in that state.
Strike, strike the master chord!
Draw, draw the Flaming Sword!
Crowned Child and Conquering Lord,
- Aleister Crowley, Liber Aba
The method is defiance and the method's always blessed.
All other poetry in red are MOD lyrics from Patterns of War by Doctor Israel.
We place no reliance
On virgin or pigeon;
Our Method is Science,
Our Aim is Religion.
- Aleister Crowley, The Equinox
I'm never ceased to be amazed at how closely Laswell projects become aligned to the 93 current, ie Thelema, the occult energies of this new Aeon, because it's completely unplanned. It naturally occurs. For example, MOD's frontmen are Hawk and Doctor Israel. Hawk obviously relates to the hawk-headed god, Horus, the presiding deity who symbolizes these occult energies. Doctor Israel's name is suggestive, revelatory even, to anyone clued in to James Joyce's phonetic dream logic lexicon. The two of them make a great team.
To compound the hawk allusions, I ran into an old friend, Andy Hawkins, after the show. Hawkins is a creator and driving force behind the band Blind Idiot God. The name derives from the writings of H.P. Lovecraft . I had the pleasure of mixing their album Cyclotron years ago. A new album from B.I.G. is nearly ready for release.
Walking up Lafayette after saying goodbyes, the night was quite dark, nearly no neon on this strip of the street between Canal and Houston; lots of activity - traffic and revelers. Still had the vague feeling of rising through the circles of Hell from Dante's Inferno. The energy from the show was driving me through despite my body being in a fair amount of physical pain. I was carrying my Kosmos unit in a shoulder bag and had a backpack with tools on my back.
Approaching Houston I noticed a billboard that was divided into 24 squares with spinning concentric circles inside illustrated with black images of some kind which I guessed to be lettering. These spinning black images gave the effect of something out of focus coming into or trying to get into focus. Like waking up out of a dream where all the constructs of reality are still formless and haven't taken shape yet.
The discs finally stopped spinning to reveal a coherent message which said:
WE ARE ALL WORKERS
That message, and only that message covered the entire billboard. I wondered what it was advertising, Communism, or something else?
Finishing this Horus cycle of synchronicities the next morning, I was watching the news on television for about 10 minutes before leaving for the airport when the anchor announced that his Grandmother turned 93 that day.
Driving across California's Central Valley on my way home from the San Francisco airport, I remained in a mildly altered state of mind from the previous night's blast of energy. The distant blue-gray rain clouds looked exquisitely grand and majestic in their scope like something out of the Old Testament. One bank of cloud layer had this unique shade of a brighter, metallic kind of blue that I'd never seen. Maybe the Kind of Blue Miles Davis played? Or maybe Method of Defiance dusted off my senses of perception?
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
- William Blake, above and below.
Proverbs of Hell
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke