八月 by Niku Senpuki

70 years ago.
昭和２０年８月
６日と９日
A fully acoustic tribute.


"One day you'll be blind like me. You'll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me.
(Pause.)
One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up and you won't get anything to eat.
(Pause.)
You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be no wall any more.
(Pause.)
Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.
(Pause.)
Yes, one day you'll know what it is, you'll be like me, except that you won't have anyone with you, because you won't have had pity on anyone and because there won't be anyone left to have pity on you."
samuel beckett, endgame

Niku Senpuki is the brainchild of Fabianne Otto.
Begun as a series of improvisations in late 2007/early 2008 and slowly taking the vaguely defined form of a noise/ambient/whatever project flirting with film music. What is next? Noone knows. Maybe a Krautrock Album? Philosphical debates with a vaccuum cleaner? Why does my breath smell of cat food?!