Thursday, 25 November 2010

The dreamer is asleep forever

(We bring this old post back from the vaults to mourn the passing of Peter Christopherson. The picture was stolen from here, please forgive us).

Lord Bassington-Bassington likes the music of Coil. He also likes it when Coil is re-interpreted, visually or musically.

So this intriguing version of one of his favourite Coil songs,
performed by Peter Christopherson, Othon Mataragas, David Tibet and Ernesto Tomasini, could not fail to make an impression.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Ku ku cuckoo!

Cuckoo clocks are cool. That's what Lord Bassington-Bassington has always felt, anyway. And because of that, he is extremely enthusiastic about the current cuckoo clock revival.

Young artist Stefan Strumbel leads the field when it comes to the fusion of Germanic folk art (grown-up talk for "kitsch") and high art (grown-up talk for "pretentious"), and while he produces some stunning works, one is usure about whether one would want them on one's wall. Not to mention whether one could ever afford them...

So for something that's more moderate both in price and execution, one can do worse than turn to Italian company Diamantini & Domeniconi, who produce cuckoos where Germanic tradition meets Italian design in a mix that is stunningly European.

These clocks are available in two versions, the most elaborate (and thus most tempting) version having a working cuckoo. In order to not deprive the owner of sleep, it has a light sensor to make the bird inside take the night along with the owners, but this raised a number of questions. How would a light sensor handle the Norwegian seasons? Wouldn't the cocky cuckoo just refuse to accept that it's nighttime during the white nights of July, for instance? The clinching argument, though, was presented by Lady Mju. Lady Mju. being a feline sort of type, pointed out that she wouldn't get much done if she had to sit under the clock all day stalking the birdie inside. So the choice was clear: Some things had to be sacrificed.

Lord Bassington-Bassington thinks the clock works quite well on the wall here at Bassington Manor. (The white roses are obviously a small tribute to a band His Lordship quite enjoys).

So what else can one do than join those founders of neofolk, Death in June, in singing "Ku ku cuckoo, baby!"

Friday, 19 November 2010

November playlist

We had a small gathering at the Café Grössenwahn this past Saturday. This event, entitled "The November Men (and Ladies)" was without any concert or big brouhaha, just a bunch of nice people, food and drink. All in all, a perfect way to unwind after a hectic first year of Café Grössenwahn.

And as we're wont to do here at the Chronicles whenever we've been out and about, we'll post the playlist from the night. So here it is.

Sol Invictus: "The Bad Luck Bird"Rome: "Chanson des Gestes"
Anthony and the Johnsons: "Salt Silver Oxygen"
Sub Luna: "A Distance Between"
Thomas Nöla et son Orchestre: "The Rose-Tinted Monocle"
Fräkmündt: "Wuotisheer"
Sturmpercht: "Der Tanz des Tatzelwurms"
In Slaughter Natives "Ashes of Angels"
Dernière Volonté: "Immortel"
Spiritual Front: "Darkroom Friendship"
Ronny: "Blue Cabaret"
Paul Giovanni: "Willow's Song"
Gyron V: "The Boat of the Moon"

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Knitty gritty Basset

Perhaps someone would care enough about here at Bassington Manor to knit us another inhabitant?

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Elder God gestating

The glass painting of Cthulhu is progressing nicely. To use an understatement. While Lord Bassington-Bassington finds it interesting to get such insights into the working process of a glass artist, His Lordship can hardly wait to see the finished piece.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Johannes Høie: A new exhibition

Because one of our favourite artists, Johannes Høie, together with his better half, Filippa Barkman, are having an exhibition right now in Oslo, and because Lord Bassington-Bassington and Lady Mju are seriously considering purchasing one of their works for the walls of Bassington Manor, we had to share these pictures with the readers of the Chronicles.

Rust by Johannes Høie.

Aghast by Filippa Barkman (and yes, it's named after the band. Miss Barkman does have a lot of interesting references in her work.)

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Cryptozoology begins at home...

...or at least on the pavement outside it.

As Jorge Luis Borges once wrote, gentlemen are only attracted to lost causes. And few causes are more lost, and therefore more suited for gentlemen, than Cryptozoology.

Furthermore, few causes are more entertaining. Who can resist pictures so grainy that the purported sea monster might as well be a log? Or jumpy films of “sasquatches” that look suspiciously like men in gorilla costumes? Well, certainly not Lord Bassington-Bassington!

There is nothing wrong with His Lordship’s curiosity (after all, Bassets are basically a nose on legs), but being of the homely type, he lacks the drive to go out into jungles and deep lakes and look for dinosaur survivals or Nessie. That doesn’t mean he isn’t interested, just that he prefers to explore the world from the safety of the sofa here at Bassington Manor.

So imagine Lord Bassington-Bassington's delight when, on one of his morning walkies, he found this on the pavement right outside the aforementioned Manor.

His Lordship is absolutely convinced that this severed limb is a part of a mythical, lost crypto-beast of some sort, and will keep referring to this photograph as proof that any story of outrageous monsters should be taken seriously.

Still, His Lordship doesn't quite feel ready to become a full-time monster hunter just yet. He'll leave that business to the professionals. Such as the people that produce completely factual TV documentaries such as this.

Thursday, 11 November 2010

The Creation of Cthulhu

Like all worthwhile projects, the glass painting of Cthulhu commissioned by Lord Bassington-Bassington has taken more time than expected.

We promised our readers that we'd keep them updated on its progress, however, and here we are proud to present some pictures from the workshop of glass artist Jeanne-Sophie Aas.

His Lordship can hardly wait to see the finished work!

Miss Aas even seems to have offered up a small blood sacrifice to Great Cthulhu while working. While Lord Bassington-Bassington thinks that this shows real spirit, His Lordship also feels sorry for Miss Aas' paws and would like to take her out to dinner when the painting is ready. One should look after up-and-coming artists.

Monday, 8 November 2010

Horsley on dandyism

An astute comment from a reader on a previous post here at the Chronicles got Lord Bassington-Bassington thinking more about dandyism.

More precisely, on the enormous difference between the dandy as envisioned by brand-obsessed fashion victims and the vision of that arch-dandy Sebastian Horsley, whom His Lordship had the pleasure of seeing in action when he (Mr. Horsley, that is, not His Lordship) introduced Current 93's concert in London this summer.

These passages are culled from Mr. Horsley's autobiography, Dandy in the Underworld, one of the most interesting autobiographies His Lordship can recall reading. It is essential material for anyone with the slightest interest in dandyism. And anyone else for that matter. For how can anyone resist a chapter with a title like "Mein Camp?"

Mr Brummell was the original and most celebrated dandy but he was no hero of mine. He was so refined that I do not regard him as a dandy at all. I am more concerned with style than breeding. And the key is to dress in such as style that you would attract attention at a Liberace concert.

When it comes to dress, it takes a strong man to be an extrovert. A true dandy needs complete conviction that he is right; the views of the rest of the world simply don’t matter. ’If someone looks at you, you are not well dressed,’ Mr Brummell tells us. But then Mr Brummel would say that; prissily precise, he was essentially a conformist. True dandyism is rebellious. The real dandy wants to make people look, be shocked by, and even a little scared by the subversion which his clothes stand for.

And yet, dandyism is social, human and intellectual. It is not a suit of clothes walking about by itself. Clothes are merely a part – they may even be the least important part of the personality of the dandy. Dandyism isn’t image encrusted with flourishes. It’s a way of stripping yourself to your true self. You can only judge the style by the content and you can only reach the content through the style.

Being a dandy is a condition rather than a profession. It is a defence against suffering and a celebration of life. It is not fashion, it is not wealth, it is not beauty. It is a shield and a sword and a crown – all pulled out of the dressing up box in the attic of the imagination. Dandyism is a lie which reveals the truth and the truth is that we are who we pretend to be.

Rest in peace, Mr. Horsley. It feels good to know that you suceeded in defining dandyism to such a degree that there's little point in us lesser mortals even trying.