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176 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013
I used to believe that Neil Young is always needed, but now I think you can manage the first few days without him.(*)
When I came to the “book of those killed by the Quran”, it didn’t seem to me to be strange or unbelievable that people should have been killed by singing. Now I see my striving in the past third of my life, the study of books and sentiments, the occupation with the Quran, the poetry, love, and – above all –, sex, now I see that it was nothing but the second, right after Neil Young howled “Dead”. If this seems exaggerated, you have not listened to the song [Down by the River] attentively or have no idea of sex.
I admit, I haven’t listened to Arc not often in full volume and length. The composition requires a degree of concentration, for which I rarely have the leisure and the strength. The last time, however, when I put on the CD, I fell asleep. It was in broad daylight, I lay on the carpet of my study, the fat Sennheiser on my pointed ears. I felt relaxed, physically and mentally well, by no means tired, and yet I fell asleep. Not that the volume control slipped to the left: The non-departing supersonic aircraft may not be good for symbolizing the musical message, but as a reference to the decibels it gave to my ears, it certainly provides a clue: I reckoned every second that my eardrum would burst. And yet the music has gave me a rest, of which esoteric records can only dream. I noticed how gradually all the thoughts disappeared, all the images evaporated, all the feelings ceased, I felt that one object after another left my consciousness, and only the naked sound of two electric guitars, a bass guitar and drums, the essence Of the Rock'n'Roll, remained and I felt myself free from all hold, as I became empty, until I finally felt only the void. That the sounds of Arc mean nothing is their secret: Junayd was asked for the experience of the mystic: “The color of the primordial condition is the color of the water,” he replied. But this state of senseless sensation is presumably the most relaxing one that can be given to a man; perhaps it anticipates death. So I dozed off.