The story of this album began with an unexpected flea market find.
So, I bought this old, scruffy little guitar from the 1950s or 60s for dirt cheap.
The brand name was Framus, which stands for Fränkische Musikinstrumentenerzeugung - as I later found out.
The battered instrument was horribly detuned and featured a set of rusty strings that might have been the same ones it was once delivered with.
Back at home the guitar proved to be outright fractious, almost unplayable, and featured the wondrous property of being able to detune itself spontaneously - even between single chords!
But its sound, nevertheless, had an oddly haunting quality; a bit fusty, but with a lot of character.
So I started to record some sketches.
Owing to the circumstances, I reduced my playing to those notes that appeared to be passably playable and were staying somewhat in tune - at least for the length of the recording.
And behold! With time, like a twisted orphan, the little Framus got gradually… well… more trusting.
So I thought to myself, maybe a bit of company would do it good as well, and I started to gather everything I had in the way of old instruments and noise-effusing devices: an East German zither, a
melodica, a ukulele, shakers, cymbals, brushes, and an old children's xylophone. My sofa served as an excellent bass drum, to some extent leading to exorbitant dust emissions. Even the old
wooden floorboards creakingly contributed.
It was with all of these instruments that the sixty minutes you are about to hear on this album were created.
It may not be perfectly suitable for the perfectionist listener.
But the stubborn child is said to be the one that, in the end, is loved the most.
released January 14, 2016
Recorded October-December 2013
at Treuland, Berlin.