Saturday, December 20, 2008

Karl Schmidt Verlag

Hello,

My first night in Hannover with Claudia was spent primarily at Silke Arp Bricht, the sub-basement venue now celebrating twenty years of chaos, smoke, and convivial, limitless toilet queues. After a few minutes spent loitering barside, an acquaintance of Pit Noack's introduced himself to me. He wanted to know what I was doing in a moribund provincial capital with no scene, an apathetic populace... the usual loser litany. At that moment, Karl Schmidt Verlag, in all its impoverished grandiosity, was conceived.

I knew that very smart people were creating compelling, perhaps even assaultive art in Hannover, and I'd seen evidence -- shredded fliers, fading handbills on lampposts and fuseboxes -- of sporadic demonic activity. The only problem was that the flailing sputters and blood-flecked declamations weren't being adequately transcribed. Things happened -- Pit's Salon, the odd interesting Glocksee gig, the Silke offshoot Silly Art Fick -- but without a firm (and appropriately calloused) curatorial hand. The "scene" existed, and thus did not require creation, but connective filaments needed to be sutured and tightly wound. Thus, the need for a foolhardy publisher. Claudia gave the label its name.

The overriding aesthetic of KSV is one of immediacy - we'll publish instant releases, documents of actions and processes serving both as artifacts and communiques.

Each release is packaged in a hand-folded, full-color, double-sided paper sleeve designed and executed by a loose consortium of superb Hannoverian graphic artists: Andrea Elsper, Aenne Langhorst, Tobias Prinz, and Steffi Bruhn.

Here are the first two releases:

KSV 001 TLASILA - Konstriktion und Narzissmus (CDR)



(Sleeve by Tobias Prinz.)

Recorded live at Sched'apen, Antwerpen, on April 11, 2008.

TLASILA: Sickboy Milkplus / Joke Lanz / Orphan Fairytale / Erwin X+Z=0, and Tom Smith.

Edition of 30.

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KSV 002 Analog Suicide / Hull Curve - Live at Pit's Salon (CDR)



(Sleeve by Aenne Langhorst.)

Recorded by Tom Smith at Pit's, November 24, 2008. Edited and mastered by TS.

Analog Suicide: Batur Sonmez

Hull Curve: Karsten Fecht

Edition of 50.

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Forthcoming:

KSV 003 Andreas, Nils & Tom - Extracts and Deformations (CDR)

(With a sleeve created by Steffi Bruhn.)

KSV 004 Tom Smith - Limmerstrasse Vol. 1 (CDR)

(Sleeve by Tobias Prinz.)

Editions will never be larger than 50 units. If we eventually move to vinyl pressings, those will never be larger than 300 units. Cassettes will always be restricted to 20 copies.

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Pricing:

€ 7.49 within the EU, €9 outside the EU. Postage paid. Add €1 for each additional album.

So, one disc ordered from Portugal = € 7.49. Two discs ordered from the USA = € 19. Three discs ordered from China = € 29. Four ordered from France = € 32.96. Et cetera...

PayPal: tlasila [at] gmail [dot] com

No trades, please. No represses.

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Hope this finds everyone well.

All the Best,

Tom, for Karl Schmidt Verlag

Post-Gut Wrench Analysis...

Had my first solo/duo gig last night at Pit's Salon. An extraordinary evening... A large crowd for an apartment performance - 32, 35 patrons? Very attentive, all in good humor. We began with a pair of songs I'd written in 2005, "Bluebeard Gave the Key to His Wife" (originally fleshed out and co-written with Andrew W.K.) and "Prohibitionally Yours," which had never previously been performed in public. Pit (Noack) spent weeks preparing his backing tapes, and his dedication and immersive rigor paid tremendous dividends... Er, okay, let's forget the speculative argot, and stick to facts - we practiced for a month, and as Pit was meticulous in his choice of sounds, my job was made infinitely easier. There was a 10-minute interlude, and then I returned with a pair of solo pieces. The first, "Pashtun Graverobber," dates back to my brief tenure (late 2006) as a member of Black Meat. The second, written for the occasion, was "Poet's Sarcoma." The title and lyrics were lodged - complete, full-blown-- in my skull as I awoke on the morning of the 19th. I scribbled them down, thought about cadences and patterns for a few minutes, created a backing track while waiting for the first patrons of the salon to arrive, and premiered it 45 minutes later. Awesome response from the attendees, both for Pit's imaginative tape work and my own strangled grunting... Of course, the digital recorder's batteries died after nine minutes. Every bloody second of the previous eight hours of rehearsals was documented. It made perfect sense that the moment of truth would be both revelatory and (primarily) unknowable...

Passing through the void,

Tom