Muka

The german djs don't call it musik anymore, they call it muka.  And it's not really muka it's muke - the e makes an uh sound -  slang jw told me he heard for the first time from C, who's now out of the krankenhaus and back in Kassel for the weekend to start work on the new piece. MF is along for the ride too, as well as B, who will layer live percussion over the electronic score the two dj/producers will compose.  Still following?

I sat around listening to the four of them talk music for a couple of hours the other night.  The working title for jw's new piece is 'catcher' and it will deal with violence.   I chopped red peppers for the vegan bulgar dish getting whipped up in the kitchen and scanned the walls for new images in the ever-growing collage.  But mostly I just listened to them brainstorm about sounds they want to find and record (trains entering the station; wind; the sound of something being torn), to sounds they'd made before (sandstones rubbing against each other, amplified, slowly giving way to classical music), to music that inspired them.  And tell funny stories about falling out of bed.  

Here, they start off trying to figure out the name of a Kaempfert song C sampled in the last piece.  At the end you hear C say, "It makes me totally excited! I mean it, really." and M says, "Yeah yeah.. eat your food."