tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208335802012-01-04T05:23:13.564-08:00Das Fröhliche Wohnzimmer from Vienna, Austria do the most compelling and peculiarly disjointed music I've ever heard in home-taping. They use delirious untuned guitars, entrancing rhythms, flutes and unspeakably alien vocals by Fritz Wildham, Ilse Killic and others. This blog documents my activities with them.Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20833580.post-1137003399040062542006-01-11T10:15:00.000-08:002006-01-11T10:16:39.040-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/1600/281.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/400/281.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Foolish Senile Bisons, Drunken</strong> is a true departure for both of us. The first side from 1993 is electro-acoustic delights and the second side is hard driving electro-angst compositions from 1994. People in the know say that this is unlike any tape they have heard of mine. This 60 minute release comes with an especially nice cover graphic from DFW.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20833580-113700339904006254?l=zdfw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20833580.post-1137003333380684562006-01-11T10:14:00.000-08:002006-01-11T10:15:33.383-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/1600/206.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/400/206.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Senile Bisons Crying for DFW</strong> is one of my favorite releases. In 1990 I sent DFW some source material and they completed this 60 minute work. Nothing I could say to describe it would do it justice. They have introduced me to their very own special world, and I'm glad I can offer this experience to others. <a href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/All%20Users/Documents/ZH27%20Site/z/281.html"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20833580-113700333338068456?l=zdfw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20833580.post-1137003264737660672006-01-11T10:13:00.000-08:002006-01-11T10:14:24.736-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/1600/008.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/400/008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Das Swinebolt Wohnzimmer</strong> is thick, loopy and loony. Cheerless crowds feel like this tape sounds. <p></p><p><a href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/All%20Users/Documents/ZH27%20Site/z/206.html"></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20833580-113700326473766067?l=zdfw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20833580.post-1137003173686277472006-01-11T10:08:00.000-08:002008-04-04T05:29:08.799-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aRltxRadqQQ/R_YfC8Nh5WI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LM3DGhkWSpo/s1600-h/439.jpg"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aRltxRadqQQ/R_YfC8Nh5WI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LM3DGhkWSpo/s400/439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185366156346778978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aRltxRadqQQ/R_Ye-cNh5VI/AAAAAAAAAjc/uuOv7lK6L-k/s1600-h/438.jpg"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aRltxRadqQQ/R_Ye-cNh5VI/AAAAAAAAAjc/uuOv7lK6L-k/s400/438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185366079037367634" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/1600/437.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/400/437.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>The Eternal Fire</strong> series is like a tropical storm: a hazy blur of drones and moaning. A daringly emotional and draining experience featuring <strong>Minóy</strong>. <a href="file:/C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/All%20Users/Documents/ZH27%20Site/z/008.html"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20833580-113700317368627747?l=zdfw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20833580.post-1137002777351847182006-01-11T10:04:00.000-08:002008-04-02T07:07:24.546-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/1600/364.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6564/194/400/364.jpg" border="0" /></a> These tapes showcase DFW amongst Minóy (Eternal Fire); Tom Furgas, PBK and Ditto (Crabs); Swinebolt#45 (Das Swinebolt) and me (Senile Bisons). Crabs in Sleet is a quirky showcase of the variety of experiences associated with DFW's craziness featuring classic Fritz and Ilse duets and guitar pandemonium.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20833580-113700277735184718?l=zdfw.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zan Hoffmannoreply@blogger.com0