Dawn of Psychedelic. Chap.2: Karma

16.02.2018

Erz story for wahwah records FROM Ver.XXix 26.11.2013 Chapter 2: What is this karma about?

My family had a wonderful oldtimer automobile, type FORD EIFEL, a dark blue cabrio with the open roof, what could be totally open in sunny weather. My father as a motor nerd put the machine into pieces and screwed this together again.

He was so proud when the motor ran again instantly, so he could start with electric ignition, and must not put the iron drill into the front to start the machine. When he let me sit in front and we had a longer trip like to the North sea or East Sea - both approximately in a nearly same distance from Hamburg - and we came back by night, he used to click on the far distance lights, and a very deep impression was the blue control lamp on the front panel: this special blue follows me, until it came back in my guitar control pads and my computers. What a wonderful mystique color! This gets me my first psychedelic ideas.

Preparing what I called my EARTH DRAWINGS.

I invented a special EARTH WRITER* for this task. The form allowed me to hold it with a smooth grip and one round end in my palm, while the writing end was thin and hard to make many sketches on the earth. Sometimes our whole yard was full of my sketches, until my grandfather took his rake and building in his rake’s progress a complete new structure all over the yard. So on the weekends our yard looked like a japanese ZEN GARDEN. Another art work made silence over drawings.

A (枯山水 karesansui) or "dry landscape" garden around our house.

Drawing ideas and plans for my world of machines on the yard of my grandparents I was singing and grew plans for a big opera: one day I want to write THE LAND OF MACHINES, and it is still not forgotten. Now there are many sketches and scores in lost suitcases of mine, a surprise of intention, if the world not goes into a rubble to dissolve.

*= notice that I did not speak English that time. EARTH WRITER is a good name for my tool, but my German term was ERDSCHREIBER, what is the same and not different.

So this endless knot came back, my action, my work, my deed and later I did my sanskrit. : कर्म, of course.