DOIN' A JAM
The sun sinks into the sea, how did we get here, what is this we're
doing here, where are we?
Mediterranean, middle earth beyond the fortress and its walls, an
island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, the middle of nowhere.
Brant
Bjork jamming in the garden - photo Tiberio Sorvillo
Decades of heavy thinking, years of ever changing ideas, a whole
summer to explore, finally the time has arrived, the place was found,
to do what we're doing here, to do what we set out to do, now here
we are... doin' a jam.
No road leads to this place, float or fly, the sun has painted red
and purple all of the sky.
Brant Bjork, sunset on the beach - photo Tiberio Sorvillo
It all started years ago, decades of
predominantly cranked
Black Sabbath, Jimmy Hendrix, 13th Floor Elevators, Melvins,
Funkadelic, Sonics, Stooges,
May Blitz, Nick Drake, Jefferson Airplane, Sonic Youth, Black Flag, Rolling
Stones, Velvet Underground, Dinosaur Jr., Led Zeppelin... and finally Kyuss have
lead the way ever further from the main road, the straight one. Lost
in twisted and crooked turns. At first there was the idea of a place
somewhere on a coast to host the kindred spirits passing through,
then the place turned into a camp and eventually it all boiled down
to getting together free from ties to the stiff world.
The dreamers, wizards, raiders, weirdos, bros bring them all
together make them fly and let the word of mouth travel.
That was the idea, that is the idea. That's how it started.
Brant Bjork -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
So what is this all about, well it's about performing
music in the open, in the free spaces of nature, no stage or
anything like that and it's about creating new music not in a studio
but in the garden or under the veranda next to the barbecue. It's
about blending the two parts in a week's time, exchanging ideas and
constructing an architecture of new sounds streaming from the mind
and naturally provided visuals.
Brant Bjork, The Islanders, Golf Clvb, The Rippers -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
The
mates, the bros, the islanders they all were already there, picked
up Brant as the ship from the main land arrived. Drove through the
island past lakes and ancient towers, fertile planes and coastal
swamps up the mountains down to the coast. Time to get behind the
table in the garden shade, have a glass of this simple and honest
red wine, sweet fruits and wait for mama to bring her home made
pasta.
Enjoy the meal and then relax, there's plenty of time.
Michael Peffer lunch break -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
Grab the deck and ride down to the beach, have a swim or cruise on
the low rider and then a quick tour to the holy well and up the
dune, what you say. Dude this is where we gotta play.
We will.
Brant Bjork going to the holy well -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
Time to
rock. It was a blast, not much else to say, just check out the
pictures.
Brant Bjork and the Bros -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
The day after was all about record playing, story telling and
jamming, making up new songs under palm trees with your feet in the
sand.
This was only the beginning, this was DUNAjam 2006.
mine at the beach -
photo Tiberio Sorvillo
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